Wind blows away pigments of the dream,
gash opens like tip of a leaf, beseeching.
In the lantern blackened with soot,
time has burnt night and darkness.
Passion eddies into a cavern under the sea;
echoes of memories, maps of pain
take aeons to fossilise, the fading watermarks
on stones are years we spent together.
The shell breathes with life: yours and mine;
the ribs and grooves: you and me.
Whorls in the pale underside move from
intensity to blur, love to separation.