I search your skies
for me
look for signs
the language of the sidereal blind
that day we prophesied
and horizons blazed
with the corals of our youth
I search by day in vain
unglanced brings no remembering
and float we must
like ghosts
we sketch our poemprints
in dust
the dark of quiet waters
dampens them to mud
I beach there when I am still
dangling my thoughts
in the salt
of our years
I look by night in pain
the searchlights of touch
a braille failing
warm is no balm for me
the mist across the harbour
hangs windless upon the sea
bears my visions in her fog
until the blindhouse blows
a horn across my sorrow
.............
somewhere
a little boat in another\'s sigh
rocks my dreams
as I unseen
float weightless
by