Birds

Birds
of soft pollen winds
sing as
soft murmurs
of spider-web afternoons,
bleed the sluggishness of the
melting sun.

Unwritten pages,
lineage of distant clouds
bear the tread
of buried storms.

Memoirs of the
frail structure of rain.
Lie with me.

Secret of thirsty stones
Sing in my ears
The hollow cold of water crystals

Swimming naked from
planetary nights
Ploughing through
the foliage of eloquent mists
the disappearing estuaries
sea by sea
through the slender waist of falling rivers.


6/15/2006 5:09 PM - First Posted