Leigh Faulkner

Building a better world, one learner at a time…

Ghazal iv

the unbearable being of loneliness
against this I carry only tallow and wick and flint

your graduation crossed the Tiananmen Massacre
that day I was nailed by shock and joy

I still struggle with words
your death has stripped my will

everything comes back to sweetness and light and chaos
what other answer is possible to a question of time

I believe we find our Selves in simple things
I learned opera in the barn on Saturday afternoons