soul
when the glamorous leaves we loved of summer
preen like so many angel birds up in their boughs
who chatter flutter the whispered love of lovers
and fill the air its vibrant charge
that charge will travel through the many hues of matter
its colour darkens with its wavely passage
and strikes against the fever of my country
like the wood that strikes the bell
then the chord of anguish will ring its empty valleys
its dead stumpen trees, limbs will fall
with the lightning of its somber knell
for you are going certain going
your soul glides off down the valley
like ghost bird
your emblem fading into never
i love you
i feel the emptiness of bells
i feel the sick hollow deep inside the chest
that love has cast
i feel the blow the pulse
that oscillates my unforgiving solid core
if only it were soft like darling down upon a hazel bud
then i might mitigate the harshness of your leaving
if only that like a leaf it could ply the flutes of air
and whistle summer songs again
to angel birds high in their happy boughs