Mandy Harker

I carry your heart in my pocket.

In last-light his lies shook from me.

Dare to dream of what was most wanted

Free to be all the selves we can be.

 

I carry your breath in the silence

To the forest with the magical trees.

Here we sleep-dream flower-cradled,

Swaddled by breeze your arrival decreed.

 

I carry your blood to the river.

Reunite with the flow and the source.

See the ancients now skipping to greet you.

In their veins, as their pride did you course.

 

I carry your words through the echoes

The din of a hollow life would belie.

Here we speak freely with wonder,

Honouring blessings untold at our side.

 

You hold tight my hand, into the sunshine.

Finding joy in each moment, so easily.

The earth swoons, laughing at our feet.

And oh my darlings, you now carry me.

 

Holding memories of lives never held.

Know this dark closing in, nothing left to see.

Dropping time: space; empty; broken.

Whirring the ages you will never come to be.

Photo by Will Swann on Unsplash