19 Feb 2009

Vespers (89)

on screen, a taut white structure in the open by the sea
apart from sand these people lying down with moonlight
some sea spray as lamp of thought
a field of thrush in rhythm then the quiet of the sea

tone swollen to a phrase of midnight almost pure
as lacing sleeves of white won silver
smoothed across the space in tune
with lumens breathy as the deafness of a still composer

staves filled with a voice approaching
spleen of visible young music heeding rules learned
in the silhouette of childhood
pooled against invented windows mythological and sure

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