Fay Slimm.





As division trembles on time\'s very edge we
sit on bent grass and wind-dried heather
tracing the breaking of dawn.

Like eyes each disc of light assails in-coming
shoreline to scatter blackness as tide
sighting morning gilds its form.

Pulsating with power day bursts forth with
oceans of jewelled diamanté-darts
coating each breaker in glitter.

What awesome intake this token cliff-top
display of unbroken performance as
sunbeams complete dawn\'s finish.