Morgana
I was awake, stars like angels
I spoke to about you and me.
A golden moon so fine only by a whisper
Was it kept from disappearing.
Tiny drops of water leaned from every green thing
Flightless fairies yearning nourishment.
Your name deep measureless breath,
A hum of whales sky Blue enough
So every inch of everything could
Hear deep in their minds, repeated.
Across high, seldom slack, storming
Sightless of any land oceans I have written.
Have you lost more teeth?
What makes your tap dancing men stay still?
Can immortality ever be mellow?
How other than stupor could it be done?
Answerless. As if the right combination could instigate response
I keep trying new ones, like
A girl with stones;
Started with daddy but now she’s alone;
Names, dates, standard rates – charges extra for more.
Or maybe warm coffee streets,
Silence pressed around places we used to go,
Faces we used to know, now no longer clearly
Rather believed in, things thought and sometimes still
Do think are true, even of ourselves;
Dancing on the lake once covered Kathmandu valley.
Sipping flowers fell from a sky beyond stars.
Smiling children marked by turquoise cobras.
Great roots of great trees where
Grey matchless undisturbed as dust,
We’d rest.
