This

Calm, this calm
is strange to me

a rippled lake
icicles in winter
all motion halts:

I breathe you in
I breathe you out
you tremble.

The moment
cannot hold

it shatters:

a kaleidoscope
of colour escapes

the pale wall
flutters.

Calm, so calm
is strange to me

as if

the tide turns
church bells
half chime

I’m full
I’m empty

I breathe you in
I breathe you out
you tremble.

I won’t write you
a love song

they’ve all
been sung

the sky so high
helmet of the sun

we’re flying:
we are
shooting stars

in eternity’s
emptiness.

Dark matter
whispers

‘it’s not this
it's not this’.

Dust to dust
trickles through

my fingers.

I breathe you in
I breathe you out
we tremble.