TO THE CRAGS, WHERE EAGLES SOAR

 

Away with the moon

with her shadows and all

those sturdy penumbras

you saw in the ball.

Forget you, forget you

I fall out of bed

and all you beget

is so-suddenly dead.

……

She’s tousled & sleepy,

this edge of the moon,

where

Angus, dear Angus,

just walked out the room.

…..

His pool-side of shadows

is living alone,

with ginger-nut biscuits

and large gulps of tea.

…..

My shadow is thinking:

is that really me?

Are all of the currents

just drifting away,

or finally forging

a minor delay?

….

To foster a loyalty

to heart, clan or cloud

to cover our heads

or to bury his shroud?

…..

Infinity saves,

where the icicles cling,

on the edge of a wave

where the albatross sings.

….

Now, the soft roar of silence

is all around me,

and it stings me awake,

but it wont set me free.

◄ Troubadour

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