Mourned Winter Then

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, ices 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 ghem

Like the night then full of all

Utter love, uttered spring

From the sleepless seas soaring

Over muddy towers grey graves

The hope light in your eyes

Moved open the spheres and spelled 'summer dust'

Heard that that jeweled night still 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 wing beats from the sunflowers

Towering over the 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

Fog 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 too

Never shall, never forget that love

That first sang stars and

First sealed jars of lamb light

Planted groves of sparrow

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 hand of dead papers

Which have long since left the central

Dance and in dull dull trance

Squealing I ate the feast and

Then I am the beast

And slid into the bloodstreams like a swamp

Nude to the word and the world

Naked to the ethereal city's 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 mouths of those moons

Seagulls squawking and mouses

Squeaking of another world and other waves

Fox and vixen in the sunlit night inside

The moonlight palace and swift as birdsong

Smiled the bubble and guide us away

Spark flying out of the beaks soaring above

The stunted city brunched blindly under massed stars

Over the chalk hill driven on

By angelic yells