Ice light in my eyes

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Iceflowers in the wind

this storm black night

Stings me awake

dreams scatter the light

(black with cloud,

earth, in grave colours)

No black candles here

no witches’ moon,

No lifting of the gloom

gone, all gone, too soon

(see the dead a-glimmering

brimful against the sky)

Alone in a room

iceflowers zoom

Shimmer in my head

like the living and the dead

(a dark-blue bloom

on the far-away moon)

The heart is never done

words stumble into line

We are not who we think we are

Phoenixes made of time

 (flesh  blood,

bread, wine)

Still music of the spheres,

in an echoing sky,

Invisible moonbeams

drift quietly by.

( we line up the hills

 and  write-up the sky).

 

◄ Lancaster

The dying of the light ►

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