Painting by Gayle Taylor

© Christopher Raine


Where the Grasses Wept


There was a moment
straining out of view
beside a window wet with pain
another second
where the grasses wept
among the fields of the plain

A glimpse of smiling sunshine
that laughed,
then winked away
distant thunder sadly grumbles
like the voices
that once played

Crying out to the sky above
like seagulls
when they complain
I’d like to walk
amongst the sunshine
in the fields of yesterday

I long for that brilliant light
that breaks on
through the grey,
but the moment
that came and went
has since been washed away

If you can weather
out the storm
with a heart made out of clay
come and find me
in those faded places
long lost to yesterday