Like a Moon that is dreaming
For the Earth and the stones
For deep still love
Those deserts of moss..
To live a sleepwalker
Hurled into darkness
Never the Angel
Like him I am consumed
On the alters of Solomon
I danced upon the waves
Seeped through all my seams..
The bitter reds of love
Bathing in the poem
Dreaming into birdless space
Across open spiral flaming skies..
The wanderers, poets
Love could have salvaged
Those nights slept, exiled


Gypsy