There in season, Sky as blue as hope, Ripened leaves red before falling, One anteroom of darkness, another of light, I dilemma’d in dreams between But saw her beauty on the other side
You were an axe against the silence, open mouthed and railing, I heard you once at 4am, until the rushing wave of darkness came back to swallow you
Undifferentiated streams. One grey day melds into another. To swim against numbness. A bold flame to give one’s heart to. A tree with gold coins for leaves.
A crow, a crude bird, he drowns out their dainty voices, betrays her tender kisses with coarse winds that travel back the dark hollows from his once delighted soul
I have seen you in coming, over roofs, ‘tween branches, crescent shaped and, in seasons, jaunty then sad then full moon blooming