So when the future is dormant I dream
of the symbols of strength that are the kereru’s saliva,
its eyes guiding me through these mean spirited times,
its wings create a daylight and a sunlight,
a lightness behind everything it shines on,
and in relation to the rays when the sun sleeps
I can only respect the wisdom within.
Stones have light. Grief has great light.
The odours of doors and deep tears,
opening onto a land that gives faith,
and birds sanctify a beautiful life to suffice,
empowered by energy and the soil’s respect for
trees, and flights that never dissolve for good,
but form shapes and this gives life to air.
From 100 Love Poems (Earl of Seacliff, 2005)
© John Pule