reeds
countenance boisterous mulled with heats of love
wrapped in self indulgent solitude
she plucked the jointed reed from the reed
and in each separation asked
small catechisms as lovers do
will this be forever
and in reply the reeds unheard
rattled pearls that string from every living thing
brim full of portents
the images proposed upon the mind
subliminal and half aware
two hallucinations
in one
love extemporised deft fingered
upon the console of creation
and its many manuals powered by the daughters of the ocean
rang its transilience from dimension to reality
and played in aqueous trills
the intricates of life
and swelling each love thing combined
into an abundance low of chorus
which resonates the halls hereafter
and she not understanding this adagio
arched like a bridge of strings
over her busy structures
that glowered at the subtle discords of loves follies
and in the other
old folk with fiery breath raged
their forms were image-changed to crows
whose wrath birds turned their heads
their black beaks extended as they strained their necks
which ruffled crops and goads the chilling menace in their song
two heads adorn the plain and birds attack the eyes
with the daggers of precision the balls are theirs
she wonders can pain call upon the desecrated dead of carrion delight
can unseen vision roll in disarray speared around their beaks
can the peeling cheeks pit remark the anguish of its blemish
and teeth are plucked as beads that out lie
the soft nests of yearning with their warning
which is true
the test of ginger flavored water
the trace of herbs upon the cup
the lines that read like laughter lines upon the blue dome above
and other daft obscure and star sent oracles
judgement will rise from its soft couches
and raise its hand
and in that instant she will know
the true advent of oblivion