Thursday, May 9, 2013


This interlude of old music....

Shiver of wind across the dark pool.
Willows blur beyond a haze of nymphs.
Color of thoughts turning sapphire
as moments open shadowed orchids.
Almost silence, then a deeper quiet.

Apparition of swan and the twilight comes.

....turns time into a volume of numbness
and forgetting how a feathered grace's
buoyant wings, also lifting, have flown. a way of atmosphere and a sinking
into the liquid mirror where stars drown,
where a dying memory still glimmers. a way of waiting, beauty-wounded,
on the haunted bank where a phantasm
glides the rhythm of a lasting nocturne.

~ TB, 2013

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