For Rhona Greene, Ankh Spice and Matthew M C Smith
Darker days catch brighter lights,
Sitting by bay-windows enriched with hope
I close my eyes and we ride bikes
Where the sea sways to the beat of the shore,
We are Sandycove and silly,
We slip south; the sand now snow, a soft shuffle
Over waves now carpets of magic, laughing
At the drunkenness of things.
There is more between here and there, stranger
And strength, light and dark, hope
And the hand you’ve held out.
Giddy on gay, we set down
Where the sea’s swept sand into calcite crystals;
Fire flames under water’s edge reflecting
Where we’ll dance and catch fire before,
We too, expire into the sparkle
Of a star.
Everything is a cycle; the sea, the sand,
These shores, this journey, these holds, our hands
Slipping in and out, our eyes that watch this dream turn;
In the end, it is a kiss goodbye
To ignite a new beginning.
From a dune, that holds the knowledge
The day has not yet come to share,
A goat raises his head and we, to him,
This is his shore
And we, now welcome guests.
In the space between us, already lined
With a billion steps of all that flamed before,
Rests the weight of all it took
To get here and the hope
Of all we have yet to unearth.
We are strangers that have known each other
Longer than the fires that will burn
Through our own place, our shared space,
Our already written fate.
We supper on tangerines
And the soft swallow of pink rose petals
That were once something else
And drink incorrigibly
Of this bubbling friendship that dances
On our tongues before we take our leave
While not completely parting.
The sea is now the sky
On the ever-forwarding spiral into what will be,
Almost home, we throw kisses down
to the last land before the air sets us down again
An ancient land where a voice whispers words
Into a bough that will bend forever
But there is light in the palms
Of hands, hooves, voices rising up from under cloud,
under land, under time, deep,
Lights that build bridges to lives
And in each life
A house with an open door and a fire,
We set down, finally
Upon the shore, Sandycove’s caress,
And Joyce whispering of ghosts
Still tending to the tower;
What is written can never truly expire.
Our bikes await,
Round wheels ready for the rest
Of the journey, those cycles
As the waves return to tickle our toes
With a scent we now know
While the snow falls,
Slow and suddenly
6 thoughts on “Between the Sea and the Stars, There are Bright Lights”
Thank you so much Jay 🙏☘️
Lovely poem, Damien, and a wonderful end with ‘waves return to tickle our toes’. Love it.
Thank you Patricia, it’s been a horrid year and yet amazing connections have taken place, so happy to have you as a part of those amazing connections my friend ☘️🙏💚
Thank you, Damien, likewise. An awful year but a fabulous year for writing, and like you I am so pleased to have made lots more poetry writing friends through Hedgehog.
This is beautiful Damien. I love the image of light in the palms. The sea is such a place of cleansing and hope. (K)