The Sun Arose Again

There must be a number of silent masks around

Yesterday an old mask flew away at the speed of sound

From behind, the real pieces of what we perceive

Are leftover bones, bleached by sky and sea

Where the worn pebbles lingering in the hand

Fall gently upon lines drawn in the sand

And these new beginnings could be a heavenly gift

As white doves soar above the mourning cliffs

 

Perhaps  the next awakening will be a peaceful one

Full of friendly compassion and wisdom

I’m lucky today, the sun arose again

To light up the hallway, despite the rain

I’ll be the first one to walk out the door

And the only one left here, to see her valour

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  April 2020