We read poetry to each other by flickering glow,
leaning into lilting seas, an eloquent calling,
a mesmerising renewal, our whole world opens
up before us, clear light, sensation of sand on
toes, warm and delicate as future memories,
feelings of spring, a quiet warming of lives
to all that’s to come. Voices gently tremble,
so close to each other now, an opening up
of hearts and flowers. Candles flicker in distant
breeze, articulation of poetry’s sacred grace,
something so powerful to articulate the stars,
the whole universe is in our hands, lush oasis
in the tempest, words and lips hold such power,
books fall to the floor, the night is ours alone.
