Some muttered words in uncounted time

Make me listen closely to your heart-beat.

Words can decline into cant – quick, flippant, arrogant

Listen! to Gregorian chants: gargoyles speak across the centuries

In silence, the stonemason’s art,

A palimpsest of languages:

Latin, Norman-French, English

Each overtaken in time

Vernacular or divine.

Blue eyes at the funeral.

No coward soul is mine

Follow in her footsteps

Step in line

Stand at the edge, again:

This cliff path crumbles into sky

Birds follow the heat haze

A vibration resonates, as in a sound painting,

Not far from me, in this dreamscape 

Of richly tapestried cast offs

Oblivions come and go

Birds roam all over this stippled sky.

Composing a salty wind to stings my eyes as I drink

Not to wake.