New

A disturbance of the Devil’s sleep.
A shock of spirit in its flicker.
A new panic for the New Year.
Breathe and catch art’s pulse,
Her slick stride into the wings
Of the sun.
Beauty’s candle is always shifting colour
Its cinders last through night’s seasons.
Breathe in the this rush of warmth,
This heroic voice, this healing touch
- white fingers
Stroking the feathers of your heart.