I can grow long arms slowly

I can grow long arms slowly


At 4.00am when the mist gets up from the water
After someone awakes cold or from a sad dream
I realise there is no hurry I can grow long arms slowly

To Reach back and touch the child, a young woman in my underworld
And gather cowslips from the steep bank of a dark brown river

In my long arms I will gather silence
Magical whispers, secrets folded, unfolding
The kissed and the unkissed

Returning, I watch paint dry and find angels nesting in my hair
Their wings are invisible
They have sapphire eyes
Laughing lips and tiny
Teeth of Pearl




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