Hints of a Vision

When I return home,

the stars are never bright

enough to appreciate

what I should do next.

The contoured shadows

show a new lease of life

is required;

a defined identity if you like.

One that does not share

memories with the past;

no matter how fond they are,

for those are now only for me,

and as I fumble my keys into the door,

I envisage my grandmother,

hat wickered and golden,

sitting there enjoying her garden

whilst waiting for my Grandfather

and I to return from our walk,

smiling a stroke-crooked grin;

looking forward to hearing

about our adventures.

But the stars are only bright

enough to show what has been;

it’s the sparks in the heart

that light up the new paths.

Tomas Bird - High Valley 2016