I think you may be smiling

I think you may be smiling

When you see your sunburnt feet.

Remembering the traders

You bought trinkets from.

When the sunlit cartwheels of the twilight turn to dreams

And everything sounds empty

In the photograph.

There is time to fall apart

And sometimes time to sieze

You can’t catch the feeling of a hug

In pictures.

The strident lions stamp their ground

And gently play their song


This is what we sing

And what you’re working for.

My hip was bitten by

A windy door

Can’t set my feet

Everywhere I look just looks like yesterday.

The tearing tides just swiftly

Strip the drifting shores I mind

Put them far behind

Shipped away

To twilight isles where I can’t find them.

Stuart Knowles

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