patient

pain dancing its tarantellad spider dance among the shadows
where love is bound in its white spun brocade
and where atween the twelfth snow-clad peak the sun spoke
upon the chord that bound love to its thirteenth
and the blossom of its glissando rang among the barren
mountain tops as photons pied upon the sinusoidal string
in notes of black and white
for there a dreaming blackbird still
but for its single moving eye admired so much the song
of love it too bound it to its throat
and both the light chord and the blackbird chimed
on brutal harmony upon the stillness of the herbs
whose real and imaginary structures swayed in sympathy
and they too loved these inflections of beauty
that they broached the bud and flowered
and so the meadow broke upon the snowy slopes
and colour filled the rills and tarns bedecked
reflected all the beauty they had made
from maiden loves first call
the leaves upon the herbal lullaby like hands
sprang out and reaching touched the panes of sky above
whose clouds were filled as with tears
so the moisture and the fog descends
and in its nurturing way dissolves the causal pain
and all is for a while righted in the burgeoning world
and thus returns to tranquil silence
the web itself still hung with dew
waiting patient waiting