MARVELOUS MOMENTS MAKE MEMORABLE NIGHT

At the golden end of day
as darkness gully-ruts the dusk
in this high white country
of no shadows
a blue mist of stars
hangs horizontal angels
as translucent tissue
weightless in space
between one vision and the next
in the wild halo
of their sleeping thoughts.

Tethered to the ground
prison hearts
bark at the hugging wind
as recumbent heads chorus
with thin cold cry
“remember your promise”,
and hammer and hammer
“remember us remember us”…

From the predawn armchair
in the calm full-frontal
stare of silence
focus on the flickering glass
to conceive the sun.

Things truly named marvelous
can never vanish from earth
'tis the sheer veracity of art
in the real-imagined world.