clouds unwind
bring winter
in their white breath
dissolve and murmur
to the sea-sombre skies
of the scurry of wind
and wave
of the tumultuous
ache of the night
its oceans
its impenetrable
depths
its shore-slumbering
lights, in the thick
folding of winter
mist
the wonderment
of cloud.

we lean into the night
like marble towers of piza
moon-petals smouldering
empty of all light
captured by the beauty of the dark
the shadows shivering their dark paints
and our minds unfolding dreams
where beautiful things sigh and unwrap
their happy golds,
where beautiful things sigh of eternities
of songs of an aching sky.