And So It Came To Pass

A Poem by Noah Adair

And So It Came to Pass

And so it came to pass.
We quietly left the night behind,
The stars rippling across the sky,
The wind stirring up hints of strange,
Colourless odour.

There was a hiddenness moving softly
Through ancient yew trees,
To carry Promethean sighs
Of time forgotten,
And love drifting like grains
Of silver through an open hand.

But the heart is a bad keeper of secrets.
It exhales and the dark listens
For what might spill out,
For a single flower to press itself
Between the timeworn pages
Of your favourite book-

To dare revive the seeds
Of what once moved freely,
Beneath the hallowed breast
Of what once seemed lost.

Like footsteps into moss and memory,
Each moment loosening its hold,
Until even longing forgets its weight
And morning threatens to not arrive
All at once,
But cautiously seep into the world instead,
In fear of what it might wake.