Hanging on a Star Nick Drake

Adyton

whatever the fog hides,
the wind will tell me.
the veil in your eyes
hints at secret places.

but the smile and joy
show light and spirit.
though there is
so much broken,
inside, us,

shards, sharp splinters,
glittering glass, thorns,
lost love , dark ,
mould, grey moss,

old wounds and pain, scars,
frozen blood, clots in the heart,
death and decay,
unfinished business

a bad smell of memories
sticking to us,
in the wrinkles inside,
the sagging deep of soul

pieces of pieces of pieces
which will never find
to each other again,
no need to explore,
no need for glue.

NOW can be
a holy garden
protected by walls
which we  create
to stay in peace


we will
meet there,
now
or 
maybe

Johann Sebastian BACH Adagio, BWV 974 - La vie passante, Christian Bobin...