All That Exists
March 8, 2012 § 2 Comments
I watch the moon bestowing light,
searching for my own inner pulse,
afraid it has died like coals winking to death.
Yet I find that radiance.
I retain it still;
a beating breath, sublime in its fragility,
stronger than mountain roots.
Though faith be shaken here this day, I feel it still.
I watch the tumble of water, silver by moonlight.
The stream weeps for me;
the sorrowful plunge from the dark depths of the earth,
to embrace the tepid air.
The spring washes the hillside with earth’s tears.
It is all that exists,
the water and the dark mote-strewn night,
the moon and I.
A collection of poetry by Marie-Claire Colyer