Parting

When you shone one pointed world to another
the liquid light inviolate shattered
farther than it launched us
scrambling from shell to gutter edge
scudding precious levitation over the gilded dark

the birch stuffed root through your man-made wall
roses bursting from the tumbled earth
off each blade the grass shaved and burned
we have the patch and our parting
holy place in time
we are the scent makers
the petal being sweeter crushed

Trevor Reeves.