Slightly beneath heavenly blues,
Forlorn frothy platforms of grey-whiteness,
Creepy and silent,
Renew servile friendship mirrored downwards —
Several thousand feet —
On broken, still waves of used and collected water.
Invisible fumes on black roads melt into heedful grasslands.
Midnight Reverie
(with thoughts on John Keats and Frederic Chopin)
dedicated to my esteemed friends Dr David Kram and Professor Peter Tregear
Once so long ago
in the mist
of distant time
all was enchantment
youth never thought
of pain or sorrow-
......
The cello
speaks more
of sorrow
than joy-
she has depth
at her heart-
tears of hers
they sacredly flow-
every single note
......
Slightly beneath heavenly blues,
Forlorn frothy platforms of grey-whiteness,
Creepy and silent,
Renew servile friendship mirrored downwards —
Several thousand feet —
On broken, still waves of used and collected water.
Invisible fumes on black roads melt into heedful grasslands.
Midnight Reverie
(with thoughts on John Keats and Frederic Chopin)
dedicated to my esteemed friends Dr David Kram and Professor Peter Tregear
Once so long ago
in the mist
of distant time
all was enchantment
youth never thought
of pain or sorrow-
......
The cello
speaks more
of sorrow
than joy-
she has depth
at her heart-
tears of hers
they sacredly flow-
every single note
......