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

fallen...