The Purple Heather

Wind,

gales like breathe over my soul

and I sink deeper into myself

lost as an elk in winter fog

and I see a light there before me

it shines as heavens gate does open

but when I arrive to some happiness it fails me and is gone again.

I saw some deers running, they ran with me but from a distance

and their horns glistened like they received signals from a great cosmic messenger

What is this message that navigates here

this sweet purple paradise I walk in now,

through bogs and birds laughing like old men

and the song of the sheep bleating

they cry for each other forever lost.

I have a love

he live sin my heart

dark like the lamplight reflects into unknown rooms

and he rips open my senses and I break before him .

I have a love that lies inside him too as snow melts on hot water

it merges with him

and he drinks deep of it

it warms his heart

breaking ice snaps under foot now and wind bites like dogs in the mist.

I return home slowly down cragged paths and broken puddles

the rain comes and lashes my white face

He is cooking,

sweet smells greet me and I laugh because our cats are sleeping in the shape of a heart.

I love you darlinino( which is our own dialect half Italian and a bit of posh Yorkshire mixed in )

and he replies by asking me to take the rubbish out and on return a sweet kiss with words resting deep within me about how good I am .

Sometimes I feel like his child, others like his mother and other time I feel invisible. But mostly I feel like the purple heather it shines out even in the bitter most winter frost.