Total relapse of the heart

(prm)

by T.P. Wilkinson / October 7th, 2018

When the moon
its eyes open
you to watch over,
not to wake
or to shake
but while
you may sleep
sweetly
each second
each breath
you may take
each mile
travels starlight
from the universe
so deep
your eyes
beneath soon
to bless
to illuminate
your smile
in its glow
to delight
waiting
to protect
the rest
if it might.

T.P. Wilkinson, Dr. rer. pol. writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is author of Unbecoming American: A War Memoir and also Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..

This article was posted on Sunday, October 7th, 2018 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.