Violet III

She has

Always been empty

Of aught but herself

She built her own airships and

Sailed westerlies most calm

The interchange of futures

Distant marks upon her charts

And periapts of the exiled

Things she eagerly lost

That said

Inconturnable

Her tailwinds cannot keep

For a beetle in a prism told

There is nothing to be

Without being

And so the drifting vision

Composed of stories

Near to flesh

The rudder of imagination that

Has been mainstay and reflex

She will drift to earth

And leave it

Where memory grows

Dearer than truth

Believing grass will cover sails

And new flowers bloom

*

Violet II

Now eviternity sounds

Although I would stay alone

Where the warm impression

Of company has yet to fade

My friends I do not know

From one EEG to none

From one fear to one obsession

From one night hawk to the day

But I could bring a new round

Each glass to their taste

And I could tell in summer that

The road might take us east

I may previse a world

With scale and mode all changed

But I won’t forget how I knew them

And knew them never deeply

*

Always watching over you

 

Violet I

Where the

Hours played shadows’

Games better than hollows

Ever made holes of

Of a heart or a tree

The sentinel stood tall

And let darkness make all

Our steps move us forward

Five hours apiece

I kept drawing away

The more I tried to stay

Walking beside you

In your sundial’s shade

And what you mouthed to me

An astrobleme’s mystery

Will forever compound me

By factors of three in

Longing and hate

Whilst

The sentinel

Sighed

Canorous and deep

Just before the daybreak

*

Adamantine Dreams

Haesel’s Denu

Not in chary haesel’s beak

The nest that failed the hart to keep

But in the bracken grey below

Dappled youth still breathing slow

Yet to see the denu’ s ridge

The sorrows’ run or forest’s fringe

Meek to suffer the arrow’s fly

And still in tender ways to sigh