such words

          such words

some words
are prayers
in themselves
no need of a
long breath to
know their song
vesper

evening

star

such words
are worked in
gold in grief
in shadow of
the fallen day
in sky found
of morning
ocean

mountain

star

some words
we take into
dreaming enfold
with love’s heavy
cloth embroidered
in the silver of
a first kiss the
salt of a last
vesper

evening

star

such words
are rain in a
fit of wind
driven across
the glass
the loosening
into dusk
the measured
lay of dawn
ocean

mountain

star

november 2014
cockle bay, meadowlands

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