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