The Mist of Waiting

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Why, as the years go by 

Through numerous soothing sleeps,

For the same sunset still she weeps?

Why does she look upon the night sky,

Dazzled by the light from the star that dies

A million years ago before her eyes?

Haunted by the tunes of lullabies,

There lie memories that weigh

Too much. People say

Time heals. There is beauty in waiting

For an ending more or less devastating.

Tree

You are the greatest teacher after all.
When often, I get lost in the journey,
I come back to you, hearing your distant call.

Rustling with all tenderness in the world, tall
Against the winds, as modest as you can be.
You are the greatest teacher after all,

Witnessing mankind’s fall, and rise, and fall.
Caught in modern life which rejected me,
I come back to you, hearing your distant call.

You knew my hopes and dreams since I was small,
Before sending me away to the city.
You were the greatest teacher after all.

Whilst taking the high road I recall
The laws and cycles forgotten by humanity;
So I come back to you, hearing your distant call.

Seasons have brought you greener roots that crawl
Over the soil you trust unconditionally.
You are the greatest teacher after all.
I come back to you, hearing your distant call.

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Poetry Recital
Flowerfield Art Centre, Portstewart, March 2016