© Candice James Poet Laureate Emerita,
City of New Westminster, BC
A north wind howls ‘cross a lone prairie.
Where ghosts whisper to the hills at night.
Under skies peppered with thousands of stars
Lost angels fly with eagles and doves.
In a place where clouds were torn from the sun,
And ice was shorn from winter's last crop
I awake in the cool of dawn's light grasp
To dance with desire in the jaws of death.
Tipping the scales at the edge of nowhere
In a halfway house love lays mortally wounded
On a barbeque bed of shattered moonbeams
Sliced open and gutted like a Coho Salmon
Charred and smoking at the edge of death's door.
In the hollowed-out cry of a cut glass scream
With broken wrists and scorched fingertips
I try to place the hot sparks of burning stars
Back into my eyes that I may see you again…
Even if only for one moment more.