She strings her bow from a quiver of hope
Launched in moonlight, that time of perfect sky
When the white flowers bloom and old trees sigh
And arrows travel with the speed of love
Her mark is moving in the quiet way
Of dreamtime bliss, of true and soundless sleep
Hardly feeling the pierce of something deep
But in the morning light, the world is new
It’s over now. He dares speak it
Thirty years and more
Past first steps and last dances
Millennium beyond
The gentle understanding of children
In the wasteland
Of adulthood blindness
Where the gods of righteousness
Take no prisoners
But make your stand, father
One day, a single siege
Nothing. In the face of
A hundred children
You never fathered
But father
Who wait
With Love
Lay before her
Your burnt offering
Of tired limbs
Of weary feet
The frail beauty
Of epic love
Which knows no rest
When you don’t believe in your own goodness
I will unfold the treasures you’ve given me
From my heart, and spread them before you
I will help you bury those nights of regret
In the backyard, beneath the maple tree
That I watched you plant not so long ago
And there nights will become nourishment
Married to the soil and seeping into roots
Beauty will spring from moments gone by
Until one day you look upon that tree and know
The things in my heart without even asking
This little Dunny was a gift from Jason.
Sometimes the most special moments as a couple come unexpectedly.
Like when your love gives you the kind of surprise that says “I’m paying attention to you and I embrace your weirdness.”
Dance your truth-bone-rattle
For the marrow is fresh
And the waves are knocking
At those deep down white doors
Where legend is sleeping
Ancient knowledge awaits
Here are nights of magic
Your sweat waters the stars
