a shadowed face in day
bright as youth

strewn with lights and broken

the wheel

the cart

the garden nursery

wet of dawn

soil fat with darkness
fat with ruin

born again

solitude of embrace
her weeping smile

kiss of the hereafter

a wet afternoon

a lichen stone

a woman's face on a mossy quilt

which cannot feel
which can only be felt

In unknown darkness die revolving days -

Long-coursing, ever-hunting Night

Finds burning Phoebus' traced lines of light,

Fatigued, and dew-drop'd web of weeping glades

Evaporate.

All is undone

a burning breeze winds and unwinds

the stars' trembling ribbons

eyes flash from oncoming cars
unaccountable shadows hold their breath

The heart is a child lost at night in the black forest of the mind

It's hard
because I love you
and easy because
I trust you

Even when hearts choke in the darkness

And blowflies born in black clouds
from clods of reeking meat
on swinging hooks

darken the sky

with their trembling mirrors

Even when wailing fear, blind with weeping,
stumbles through the endless cave

You are here

gathering flowers in the bright garden

waiting for me

to be born

The hearts labor can never be too freely given nor too dearly sold