Matins.

beano

What is that sound when water meets water
Sometimes far off like fine down drifting
then close by, giving everything in hard metallic bursts.
A man and a girl like you, once met in the half-wind -
half-water, as night fell on the wood
As the trees exhaled, they saw how to be nude,
how to retrace a moon from vague beginnings.
Tonight it groans sideways across iron roofs
that seem to bend double, even as they hold their own shape.
Somewhere far off the wind speaks a name
that whistles bird-like across deep water.
The unfathomable that are at rest, undisturbed,
murmur fluent lyrics to instinctive melodies,
which become lost in the hour and the light.

  • Author: beano (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 23rd, 2021 02:47
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • dusk arising

    Pure poetry, wonderful wordsmithry.

    • beano

      Thank you for taking the time to read and your generous comment!



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