Heather T

lighthouse blind

I search your skies
for me

look for signs

the language of the sidereal blind

that day we prophesied

and horizons blazed
with the corals of our youth


I search by day in vain

unglanced brings no remembering

and float we must
like ghosts

we sketch our poemprints
in dust


the dark of quiet waters
dampens them to mud

I beach there when I am still

dangling my thoughts
in the salt
of our years


I look by night in pain

the searchlights of touch
a braille failing

warm is no balm for me

the mist across the harbour
hangs windless upon the sea

bears my visions in her fog

until the blindhouse blows
a horn across my sorrow

.............


somewhere

a little boat in another\'s sigh

rocks my dreams
as I unseen

float weightless

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