Michael Cashmore How God Moved At Twilight
And God in whose wings
I hoped simple flowers
Oil spread upon the face
Of a wooden moon
The loss
Unreal, empty
The seat the seal
White sheets unbloodied
Proof of touchless dawn
Picked at sunlight
Snow, longing, love and stones
And slip as your dark eyes
Eclipsed me all
You smiled, the pool is empty
Pale form of joy
Without you there's no morning dawn
No arise, no rose lies
Beyond the smudged sky of your eyes
But lillies hide
Like snow fading oceans
Sealife dazzling with tiny lights
As the river is the sea
And is no more
Whilst clouds drift by
While flowers die
God I heard them say is love
I dreamed your eyes reflect my blood
