November
2006
Transcendence
As day follows night and tick follows tock
Come the prophecies and memories of what
We have lost, and all that began for
Now and forever, amen to that time,
For morality creeps in the crevices of
Landscapes, inhabits the trees, moves
Through the air, as we who are partial
Fall one by one, as tick follows tock,
Prophecies and memories returning,
Producing transcendental thought-processes
That skirt round the edges, reality
Too pure to be viewed up close.
We drift in time-honoured wonder,
As we and all the trees and green
Come humming with the sound of drums,
I’m losing you in pitch of battle,
In full cry your armour sparkles,
Goes with talk and thoughts of you
Disperse, replaced by golden dreams
Of something else, somewhere else,
That mystery of sunburnt beaches
Torching your face, the waves build
Higher, until they’re upon me,
Submerged once more, under again.