coal black mornings
move through the dawn
rare birds and heavy horses
stand above the stream
playing for time.
songs from the village
in the rainbow rain
shadows on everything
sweet unknown.
sometimes just the sky
hearts broken, heads turn
the limits of control
tell me in a whisper.
quicksilver girl. golden hour.
sat alone in the dark. watching.
heaven and earth,
the future and the past.
now that i’m a river
lost on the road to eternity
the time of forgiveness weeps
in a ceremony of dreams
while the last black angel
stands where the poppies grow.
drifting through cosmic language,
to free your mind.
Stewart Guy
Illustration Nick Victor