Anticipation of loneliness

Anticipation of loneliness
Holding back the fear
Longing for early closeness
Brush away a tear

In a dim bed, embrace
Time disappears in dark
Soft lips on invisible face
A touch of tongue, a spark

It is enough, no more
Settle onto outstretched arm
Warm breath heats the core
Unspoken spell turns harm

Out there time’s storms rage
Against our barricade of age


Dunbar to Waverly, 7.50 am

Light returns, the eternal theme
5 deer playing in the field
Every day we see them
As the train gathers speed

Across the rolling hills, verdant
The lonely mountain rises by the sea
A landmark, it shows our place
As we read our lives

Its peak catches morning light
Like a minaret calling prayer