AUGUST POETRY

THE GOLDEN LIGHT

By

Bobbi Sinha-Morey

The stars were wild that

summer evening below

the gold crescent of the

new moon and every time

I heard you speak I found

your silent woman’s heart

had grown mellow again.

We laid down in the tiny lilacs

and the beauty of your spirit

was like the rapture of dusk

after the golden light of the

long afternoon. A new sweet-

ness and clarity began to

monopolize my own memory.

Compared to me you’ve been

caught between the grace of

your age and twilight years.

Now that your other half has

passed away he lives in the

paper house of your soul.

You’ve opened your folded

life again and you delve in

the world we’ve always shared,

trust being our best friend.

THE SHY DAWN

By

Bobbi Sinha-Morey

When I once saw you

again you were glassed

in my dreams, flecked

golden in the shy dawn

and above us sunlight

showered the sky for

hours as if yesteryear

had no place here and

time was hidden by

the breath we never

did see. The world was

motionless in my dream,

and it even stilled the

wind chimes’ song.

We stood by ourselves,

far away from home,

with no rain to wash

away the words that

we speak. Every inch

of air sparkled before

you had to leave.

In the space before

the partial eclipse of

the sun there’s no trace

of you now that you’re

gone.