I watched the waters braid their hair

across glittering stones.

The giggling endless cord.

In that green shade,

green awakening,

flakes of the dancing sun

skipped in place

upon the stream.

He pours

his diamond seeds

by day

in ecstasy

Inside the angel's egg

There was nothing

The sky became dark

But it was evening

And it had
No significance

No significance and

No consolation

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