Who walks with you

Who lies with you still

as the sun warms the slit

between the curtains;

walks with you, soft

along the hall, down

the stairs among the six

and sevens of dawn?

 

Under the rose-fingered

sky of twilight you stopped

upon the bridge (for what?)

and your head over

the parapet turned back

to stare, a face in water.

 

Who stands near as you think

of this; connect with it

some loose fact; begin,

resume. What is there

more to do, and who walks

with you? soft in midnight

blue, up the stairs.

 

17/9/15

 

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2 thoughts on “Who walks with you”

  1. It hardly constitues any useful ‘critique’, Marco, but this poem is stunningly beautiful and I would not single out a word of it over any other. Made my day to read it!

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