Tuesday, 20 December 2016

Salt Ensign, "Water Harp" 1



‘At the window, last night’s words, ashen’


At the window, last night’s words, ashen

Against the glass


Black petals in the vase, delicate

As the hour fading from us


Their deep scent stirring us

From deeper dreams


Sleepwalkers, we remember

Not knowing the restlessness will pass


What the mouth said

Before it filled with ash


Somewhere in the room, dawn, its thin light

Whining, already awake












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