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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