Talking With You

Talking with you

into the early hours of each night,

we filled up my little room

with thought sparks and moments

and silences full of promise.

Did we know the motive

that brought us back night after night?

Did we sense

the hour had already fallen

barring the way home?

Did we feel the coming dawn

of the travelling hearts?

For suddenly all the moments,

the dreams, the dark hurts

rushed and bayed

at the walls of our crumbling caution,

lead us on

to more exquisite collisions.

And we spoke on

into the tired ear of the night,

recklessly pulling down

the separations between us,

and transforming into

new and fragrant years.


Copyright Ricky Barrow 2014


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