Cuppa Words – ‘Riven with Tears’ and ‘I am falling into you’

Ancient, that land
riven with tears, steeped in blood, shrouded in grief.
Layers of recriminations …
sediment of hatred
underpinning reprehensible acts of revenge.
Bombs and rockets no solution …
failed strategies only fail again
over and over
in paroxysms of terror.

But what of the children?
Who will step back from ultimatums …
open their hearts to concession?
Her blood, his blood – death
makes no distinction.
Children lie broken in the rubble
and families mourn
as a blood-red sun rises yet again
over deadly futile devastation.

My Elephant Island 
Between us God is coming with every atom of his
I have not yet learned how to embed myself 
in her Fireflies cypridina 
Give my boat 
Give them to the full moon 
The next day I can no longer find them 
I am falling into you
You Fireflies
Tie a sailor’s knot in my soul 
I have turned pale
Even my eyes are as white as the sun 
I am the biggest cloud 
The cloud like a sea lion 
I drink all the moonlight and your blue 
An Elephant Island is gone 

You tie a sailor’s knot in my soul 
The busy present I fall into you 
The undressed gods drink with the horses of memories 
God loves me 
Give me fireflies
Glowing seawater 
The sound of the boat’s motor 
The only night
God loves me
I get all the holiness