Birds Roosting in the Belfry by John Tustin

Memories of you

Are birds roosting in the belfry

Of a church where I have come

To seek sanctuary

From my misery  –

The cooing, almost imperceptible,

Is beautiful

But keeps me up

Night upon night

Upon night.

In the times of silence

I lie awake

And hold my breath,

Waiting and waiting

For the sound

Of rustling wings

To sweeten

The bitter din

That clutters up the ears

Inside my mind.

John Tustin is currently suffering in exile on Elba but hopes to return to you soon. fritzware.com/johntustinpoetry contains links to his published poetry online.