Nightjar

Small things I remember
How your hair came away
In my daughter's dimpled hand
Strands to soften a nightjars' earthen nest
Golden grasses rippling the land

Small things I remember
The embers of your words
Before they ebbed away
And holding on to the tide of your breath
Shipwrecked sailors were we
Clinging on to the high crested waves
Trying to harness forces of the sea

Small things I remember
How your hair came away
In my daughter's dimpled hand
Strands to soften a nightjars' earthen nest
Golden grasses rippling the land
Golden grasses rippling the land