Precious Toast

By Gub, (1st of January 2015)

I wish I had more more time
I wish, I wish
that the hours that passed
were less wakening dreams
spent arguing the syllables of time zones
the moments stolen by ill feeling,
by resentments and anger, could be
spent in grace, enfolded in harmony

the miracle of that first laugh
when your filament eyes burned
light into my heart
and I knew
the colour of my universe
would forever then
be that particular
green and blue

the beat strong,
a Mariners drum -- pulsing, a shanty
rhyme --

all ardour, a vigour known only
by those whom necessity has made short work
on delivery

the reapers
time share stamping an unwelcome
return on each post..

Precious toast