Poem 1973

(This springs from 10th April 1973. Age 16)

Toward the Moon

Life
An intermission of eternity
on paper wings
weary of hail.

Wrenched matter shapes us
under stars breath.
Black for a colour
to cover our wounds
while belief goes dying on the lips
and dreams dissolve
in gentle nuance of farewell.

I try to brush these thoughts
from my hair.

An old prayer
seeps
toward the Moon.

Scant full prattle
Same far
fall.

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