MOVES IN THE AIR
(For My Lamented Friend Brendan O’Beirne)
Love’s the song moves in the air
And I am chasing after
Over the sudden bright mountains of dawn
Followed by my laughter.
Love’s the song moves in the sea.
I chase her through my years
Over the curling dark wave crests of dusk
Followed by my tears.
Love’s the song moves in the fire
And I must brave his breath
And set aflame you sheds as yet unborn
Beyond the house of death.
Love’s the song moves in the earth
Where I have strewn my bones.
I dance uncaged into another world
In rapture and loud moans.
Love visits in a lightning flash
Of fierce high intimation;
Explodes weird gourd and holy calabash:
Gusts heaven’s revelation.
Love disappears. Love’s work is done.
Love’s verse is wrought in light.
And in the heart and centre of the sun
There’s envy of love’s night.
But love comes back to take a peep
Then essays an endeavour:
A wide ravine. Love makes a little leap
Far wider than forever.
Love’s the song no ban can down
Or tyrant undermine.
When love has been uprooted from the world
Love germs within some spine.
Love’s the song that will be sung
And love will hear love singing.
When planet Earth is an abandoned skull
Love’s playground will be swinging.
© Peter Kay 2013.
“Moves in the Air” appeared in the 19 July 2013 edition of the Clare Champion.