I saw you
Above the tiles that promised to keep out the rain
Your eyes were opal, that’s how I remembered them
And the sun was always setting but your hair was more golden than the light
I sat crossed legged
Like a child waiting to hear a fairytale
Your nails were short
But not bitten, you had been working on the land
And your fingers were stained by the soil
Or the cigarettes you used to smoke
You told me smoking was bad for your health
I assumed you stopped, you never told me you had
And we were there
Saying very little to each other but then we never did speak much
My joints loosened as you spoke and your rhythm pulsed within me
Your voice
Still, those whispers caught in the tide
Are your way
Go North you told me
Catch the red berries
Place them on the ground around your shivering body
Breathe into your cold palms
And let your warmth remind you
That you are enough
I called you a witch
Because I couldn’t pen you down
You were defiant against description
Beyond the madness of sanity
I was haunted by you
And as I prayed to understand you
Your craft I wished to home
I was gifted with an empty note
And a furious breeze
That beckoned towards the northern sea
Keep moving, I hear
Don’t stiffen with the wanting
As then you’d be like those
And I, I hear
Have become, already.
