Tuesday, May 17, 2011

In the Chamber of Interim

I was wakeful all night

when modesty & calmness & easterly gales

smelled the freshness of Thee Earth

bathed themselves in dew

So, I listened to the nightingales straighten their nests

their words told things to my heart

You are the honeysuckle which wafts sweetly on the air

Lean down

kiss your own soul

draw your~self out

and go into the fields where
& your art
frolic under the indigo night sky.


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