Tuesday, December 23, 2003

larks of dawn

worth it is
my lark, my words
in longing for its deeper search
words that longs for its heards

beauty's a sudden absence

worth it is
my dancing stairs,my sway
in the number of rythming clocks,
of such longing knocks

an I who longs for an unfaithful heaven
to have been happily fallen.

worth it is
my crying light, my lucid tide
in the clouds of tremoring pride,
my one oceaning night