Glimpse Poem by Tom Seymour

Come home to me.
Build a fire right here,
Flight of birds, gutted library.
My arms carved in memory,
So hold on to surrender.

Let the embers burn, the ashes blow away,
Wrap me in secrets, frighten my fears,
Hold our truth at bay.

Pray against the break of day,
Dawn fades and falls away.
These gentle labyrinths,
Rolling river, chasms of air.

All those days in the rain,
I bathed in nothing but sweat,
And my reflection in your eyes.
Neither glimpse nor memory,
Surely Iris touched me.

All the lovers in the world,
All the spaces in between,
All the things we left unsaid.
All the things we could have been.

None of this talk now,
For tomorrow is so far away,
And at least today I‘m no-one’s prey,
To coral tricks of light, breaking
Through cataract grey.

So lie down here, on this coat with me.
And listen to that sound from way down the valley.
Let’s pretend the sun will stay,
Exactly where it is.

July 09