Grief is not the ‘price’ of love
It is already an intimate part of loving.

Parts of ourselves that don’t rationalise
In tears, fall like seeds

These days
Quite unexpectedly, the walls come down
Everything is re-personalised
Courage is not
Armour-plated..

Shielded in the lee
Layers of blue rimmed clouds
Unweave
Stirred by unfelt energies
Dissipate..

The future reaches us
Beneath a waterfall of unburied light
It’s wetness stings
Draws an astringent tear…

The iris of the soul
In darkness, thirsty
Absorbs splinters of love
Is nourished by shards of colour…