My Words are Fences, Echo Falls (2019)
- May 5, 2020
- 1 min read
She walks in beauty like the night
I hate that line
Because its true
And its not mine
And yet it fails, and falls so short
Of every movement, every note
How many poems must I write
To capture it, to get it right?
Because
Sometimes
Its languid, bright
The flickers of a candle's light
All shadows, moving gracefully
Revealing just enough to see
And other times a running stream
A joyous jumping singing thing
And I can hear the nymphs and Fawns
And all Titania's ancient songs
But what of thunder? loud and brash
her anger, lightning, fire and lash
Or blackest sorrow
Endless Depths
So quiet
Haunting
Stolen breath
Or stumbling, drunken, twirling round
Wild careening, reeling ground
Dionysian revelry
Her breath and laughter
The calling sea
Still more in each of these I find
the signature of the divine
The symphony of love and loss
The shining stars, a bed of moss
She walks in beauty like the night
And yet
So true
No night could dream compare to you
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