Vastness
sound across the void
There’s
nothing left
To say
or do
How
Much,
when or where
Have
never mattered
Thought
began
The
ceaseless toil of
Time
A
riven window gravely
Gone
unless the lovely
Magic
justice could
Prevail,
until the feeling
Went
Away;
I told him
Never
to bear the
Heartaches
lightly never
To
hobble beyond or
Bind
Himself
to appearance
Shivering
bones or
Past-tense
quarter note
Desires.
Doubtful
that the old renown
Could
help us any longer
Suspect
world of disasters
And
telephone wires etched
Against
the sky
Disconsolate
nights
Relinquish
whatever was
Good
and gorgeous worth
Remembering
or waking up
For
once more;
The
lavender writhes
And capitulates
under the
Pounding
of the storm
The
stars could not help
Us any
longer the hills
In
their splendour or
Views
of the sea;
Cruel abysses
forests and
Tempests
gardens all of
Them
conspired against
Us
each of them lived
Longer
than our visit there
And
any meaningless
Laughter
we had was
Washed
into another
Place
where he can open
His
eyes and smile
And run
with us once more.
