Journey
she crept out in the moonlight
she exchanges smiles with the stars
burning with the flame of life
she raises her hand and steals the moon
which slips like a complicit jewel
behind its braugh mask
so now she may steal to her lover
like a diaspora through an hostile land
she slips a finger like a blade across her lips
and forbade the leaves to speak her walk
they love her and silence they fake her footfall
she upholds her declaiming hand and ushers
witness from the trees
as each move its whippish laths and wands
and close its and grey-lagged mind
to her silent passing
so who stares upon the face of passion
through the brakes and the deceptions
and crays of these wildlings
so who would deny this fugitive soul
in the thrall of the living wool of drab emotion
where lapping water by the sheep field runs
"i dare you float like a small toy upon the rivers course"
ushered fate
and sail into the mighty sea-a-turmoil
where boiling foaming crests defy the stolid grass
of home
and float like drowning flotsam
to unmundane worlds whose fathoms
precious as the coral, diverse its flora
strange its intoxicating union
float upon the gentle currents
as woman did since time begat adventure
for this is one short bitter-sweet
existence
and that we owe just one kiss
to our witch of destiny
she met her lover
by the wooded river bank
and through the rushes who like the nymphs
usher her into the waist dark waters
soon she floats like thin drawn mist
beneath its clear and curling churning
mirror
off unto the seas and deep
* braugh .. doomsday .. cray ...pure