Saturday, 29 March 2014

Songs For The Unborn Dreamer


Cherry blossom bring their light
Now we can see the garden;
Form and spirit flowing to the sea.


Time
Never passing the river-rock twice.
As willows sweep the earth
Free of tears for the past.


Only breath
Holding this world from an other -
The forsythia glows white
Under the city night sky.



Books stacked along the shelves
All these voices.
Silent, maybe.


Dear child
In your world of dark water
Do you hear the poet’s songs?
Your voice will arrive soon enough
As you break through into light and air.


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