Bob Hinshelwood's Other writing
   Life lived within is also lived without. 

There are no words

to say

what you said

in three.

Two blue beams

go out

from shaggy cliffs

and speak

with dolphins.

Shuffling footsteps

fall in the 

sleeping night

and thud

to the bottom

of the stairs

to the landing

of the last

unknown

moment.

There is still light

in the shadow

and the heart

wants the hand

to stay,

but there is 

no time

to hold

beyond desire

and eleven

angels and

a great love

There are 

no words

to say

‘I lost him’

Ashes do not bury

the dead. 

                             Jan 31 2003

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