Michael Edwards

WHERE ONCE IN TIME I HELD DOMAIN

 

 

WHERE ONCE IN TIME I HELD DOMAIN 

 

Grabbing winds which grasp the face

and churning waters where I float

through landscapes to a world once known

aloof, austere, with swirling mists

which sweep the everlastingness.

 

Drifting under darkened skies

where barren ridges point towards

the black-clawed trees that punctuate

the winter hedges bared and bent

beneath the weight of frozen snow.

 

The ebb of watery evening sun

creeps deep between the curtained hills

and falls upon the stone and thatch

as bats from purlieus sail and glide

on winds that sing a silent song.

 

Here displaced by nature’s march

with lingering thoughts I drift along

unseen, unheard by those who sleep

my failing mind surveying all

where once in time I held domain.