half-spaces

Within two half-spaces of a winter's night

where stars cross and run to find the love of a silver moon,

a wind echoes

and

falls into blue breathless spaces.

Between the sigh of a snowflake

and the flow of words that are somehow silent,

 my heart gently caresses your face.in an icelandic timeline.

Ribbons of colour dance across the night sky

as poets breathe

and

words tumble from my soul into the flight of night time stars.

Walking from the edge of dreams 

to follow the ribbon of moecules that lead to an echo of your voice,

I slow my steps

and find your footfall amidst the rocks and shells along the edge of a snow laden beach,

The winter wind caresses the sky in the blue of your eyes

as stars find their way to the beginning and back

then forward

only

to hesitate within the in-between time.

The snow falls on the blackness of your woolen coat as my 

 smile chases 

the sound around us

finding itself back to the closeness of your breath.

The wind hurdles itself like a lover onto the rocks and the sea

while

seagulls wake into  a sky that is caught between day and night.

Confused by snow-laden currents of the sea wind 

and 

by

compositions that play between and through us in one still night-moment,

seagulls cry into the sky

and follow the colours of the dance into the heart of the moon..

A violin of sadness,

 a violin of song,

 a violin of joy,

 a violin of love

 echoes across an iceland timeline

to the edge of the smile in your eyes. ,

From the stars that find the wings of seagulls 

to your world that became mine,

my heart still.

hopelessly in love with a far away moment

within the blue of an icelandic timeline;

a murumur of your smile..

 

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