you are essential
to the white
language of a time
from places wintry
of whisper and delicate
in love
you put here an eternity
a moment for me
who like two roses
together
must smear shadows raw
I am like some only
and like all when
my summers urge sweet visions
of you
in some spring beneath a mad fall
our light crushes and shakes
the rocks maniuplated to bitter
voids
they sleep but always soar
under a sky
weak with music



[ courtesy of the magic of magnetic poetry ]