12

Dim definitions of the see-through
whirl with tainted rainbows over cities
in the early hour of arising.

Indigested ceremonies of division
plunge all scope into revision,
talking nonsense by the window.

The closure of flickering loss
wounds a ticking soul
minutes before a clear sky.

The end an imperfect day sinks
below all that is left of
aspirations and hope,
dragging loss behind drawn curtains.

Brave intentions fold in sleep
before dark dreams approach.
What is gained will pass,
reduced to fading figures.

Swirl you origin of unending watery curves,
you cause of bright flickering reflections
over breaking bastions of faith
with their ragged coastline struggle,
waves fettered by the air merges
in transparency.

Singeing what ifs curl and die
at the face of slow inevitability,
easy weakness is a familiar name
when liquid is cheap
and the opaque is essence
inside a blue tonality.

The ice that breaks at dawn
forfeits all of your intent,
sallow planetary dreams surface
in a day of surveillance.
Who is the seer at the doorway?
Who baits continuance with birds?

Pink indecent spreads of desire
drift over old waves of wisdom.
Genetic belonging is more
than a physical drive
into the uncharted marshes
of bursting songs.

Folding slow back burning trains
of rail-sounding Indian Tablas
he bets his worn tale
it will be just that: The night.

Cautious beneath a mask
of social alarm
he talks freely.

Daring the limited
is just about all
his breath can muster
at this temporary station.

Winking threads of comprehension
pull at everyday’s withering say,
the silent agreement with what will be
and the carefree flickering of the fingers.

No blame on him, he stands to lose,
he is grief and sorrow.

Night might not find another lover
silently turning its intentions into inevitabilities.
It might not survive.
Fidelity flies with the best.