| Mourned winter then | 
| In the middle of harsh day | 
| I saw the moon her | 
| Beaming as the queen | 
| Sout her broken dawn | 
| And kissed them tenderly. | 
| Sdown from her many stars | 
| Drifting seeds to sleep sowing | 
| Fields of spring clover dreaming of | 
| A night bursting with milk and signs | 
| Of coded silent planets, ices and suns | 
| Touched her fingers to her heart | 
| And smiled, 'I am in you always' | 
| The pulse in your blood the fire | 
| In your salt the flame in your ghem | 
| Like the night then dull of all | 
| Utter love, uttered spring | 
| From the sleepless seas soaring | 
| Over muddy towers grey graves | 
| The hope light in your eyes | 
| Moved open the spheres and spelled 'summer dust' | 
| Heard that that jeweled night still open a thousand stars | 
| Held your body like the wind | 
| And felt the shudder of your mouth sing… | 
| Resurrect me in your stillness | 
| With wing hearts from the sunflower | 
| Towering over the diurnal leaves | 
| Brush your kind face | 
| With doves and starlings | 
| Sweep down like bells on your kiss | 
| If we count the cost of all we stole | 
| From perfect earth and transcendent stars | 
| Fog and forget me not | 
| Goddess awake in trees and seafoam like by the shells | 
| And soaring gulls in | 
| The beauty set in a hollow | 
| World split words and flies in the… | 
| Shall never forget that love | 
| That first sang of stars and | 
| First sealed jars of lamb light | 
| Planted grieves of sparrow | 
| The buzz of night under the sunny skull of mercy | 
| Which breathed out your history | 
| Before your eyes awoke to | 
| 'No proofs' or 'proofs" | 
| 'Letters' or 'no letters' | 
| In the dead hand of dead papers | 
| Which have long since left the central | 
| Dance and in dull dull trance | 
| Squealing I ate the feast and | 
| Then I’m the best | 
| And slid into the bloodstreams like a swamp | 
| Nude to the word and the world | 
| Naked to the ethereal city’s sweep | 
| And ate our home and throne | 
| . | 
| spheres we are free in | 
| The night twined with vines | 
| And sun babies we are free | 
| In the day lined with tiny moons | 
| I awoke and stared at the sun | 
| Falling into the mouth of those moons | 
| Squeaking of another world and other waves | 
| Fox and vixen in the sunlit night inside | 
| The moonlight place and with us bird song | 
| Smiled the bubble and. | 
| away | 
| Spark flying out of the beaks souring above | 
| The stunned city brunched blindly under massed stars | 
| Over the chalk hill driven on | 
| By angelic yells. |