… And here in silent waves

of glass

in emerald

reprieve

i turn and face forever

in soft fog

of natures

sieve

..and slowly when

the need comes strong

in deep wet

wounded air

i hail at

soft bleeding notes

in muted

disrepair

..and to young heavens

greatest gold

i offer merest

thought

of all i ever

pray to be

in dreams

splayed tough

and taught

..and in small grace

of seldom known

in pinkish tickled

hue

i hold on tight

to softened me

and bow to life

renewed.