On this winter afternoon the sky fades early,
and a brisk wind leaves its filigree petals in the sea.
Honey and milk leak into the clotting clouds
and the light is sweet on our faces.
We talk about trying to remember these days as they burn past –
elusive embers blown scattergun in our skies.
She said - stop trying to possess the world,
all its riches, its magic and stars.
It is already here, you are already home, it lies within you.
We are the same, all the same, for we shine within -