• the witness

    peace to you I love you sweet old soul
    that tolls my heart from head to toe
    screams a musty woe
    the wanton heart deep in grief the disbelief
    critical hysteria ridiculous child at your feet-pronounce the grounds
    astound the lens
    those cornflower blue eyes
    wince since when
    from
    the angels pathological past fascinations a
    world evolving ego sobs in mist-
    grabs as big as bliss through
    sand and silt so much I miss the milk
    of human kindness all but spilt
    marble eyed warblers fly in threes
    appreciate the hours spent in trees-
    as gentle as a summer breeze
    to fall down to my knees
    as need so desperately receives
    in ancient pain I think of you free
    and easy in the day
    in other ways
    a holiday to wake in waves
    blue grasses green reeds yellow leaves will not grieve
    wake me from this dream perceive
    the witness waits for God it seems.