Moments and hours and
Days and the years
Between them
Gray wall to closed
Door, pittering slicing
Rain on curled shingles,
The same deafening
Silence, the same vague
Eternity sputtering
Out with a heart under
The armoire, collecting dust
No time for tears nor a
Face to give them
Reason or form
~
Blue perfume gives glory to the drowned earth,
Where she meets heaven at the meridian of time.
Pale haze licked the shore,
Touched with its cold hands the stones and the breathing land,
The creeping wind and the silent cliffs,
The shadow of a way,
A word, a nameless light…