Mourned winter
Then in the middle of harsh day
I saw the moon
Her beaming as the queen shook out her broken dawn
And kissed him tenderly
Shook down from her many stars
Drifting seeds to sleep sowing fields of spring clover
Dreaming of a night bursting with milk and signs
Of coded silent planets, ice and suns
Touched her finger to her heart
And smiled, I am in you always
The pulse in your blood, the fire in your salt
The flame in your gem
Like the night, then full of all
Utter love, uttered, springing
From the sleepless sea soaring over
Muddy towers, grey graves
The hope light in your eyes moved open
The spheres and spelled summer dust
Heard that jeweled night spilled open a thousand stars
Held your body like the wind
And felt the shudder of your mouth sing like Mars
Resurrect me in your stillness
With wingbeats from the sun flowers
Towering over diurnal leaves
Brush your kind face with doves
And starlings sweep down like bells on your kiss
If we count the cost of all we stole
Perfect earth, transcendent stars
Forg–forget me not
Goddesses awake in trees and seafoam
Licked by the shells and soaring gulls
In that beauty set in a hollow
World splits words and flies in the sapphire face
And I do never shall never forget that love
That first sang stars and
First sealed jars of lamb light planted groves of sparrows
The buzz of night under the sunny skull of mercy
Which breathed out your history
Before your eyes awoke to no proofs or proofs
Letters or no letters
In the dead hands of dead papers
Which have long since left the central dance
And in dull, dull trance, squealing
I ate the fiefdom, then, I am the beast
And slid into the bloodstreams like a swamp nude to the world
And the world naked to the ethereal
Cities sweep and ate our home and throne
Spheres we are, as free in the night twined with vines and sun babies
We are free in the day
Lined with tiny moons
I awoke and stared at the sun
Falling into the mouth of those moons
Heard the seagulls squawking and mouses squeaking
Of another world and other waves
Fox and vixen in the sunlit night inside the moonlit palace
And swift as bird song smiled the babble and girders away
Sparks flying out of the beaks soaring above the stunted city
Hunched blindly under massed stars over the chalk hill
Driven on by angelic yells