Soft seed circles, poplar motes descend Come to rest, on this green slumber of Thames, Just here, I drop my bike, Moved to write,
All around they fall Then rest like stars An infinite blur ,kissing at my ears, Galaxies gifted from heaven
Ancient light slowly turns above I cannot remember last seeing that, The infinite twinkle and smudge Edge of earth to edge of earth That makes you disappear,
I feel some of that now I am slowly turning, forever falling