Duet.
I shall remember
that silver-sheened treble of streamside
songbird trilling
and coupled with pebbly ripples might
scribe the meeting
in darkling-deep shadow such melodious
music then describe
the creamy white pinned-to-sky myriads
of starry-eyed
listeners set on winking stellar applause
for tuneful concord
as liquid joins bird in dulcet duet under
night\'s welcome cover.
When words mean
no more and my sentences stand aside
in haunting respect,
pen has to cease as moon, head in mist
of cloudlets peeps out
on vision of one nightingale\'s drenching
of resounding air
with water-lap choral song while awed
I must try to share.