Water comes with the dawn
Finding my dryness yearning
Welcome clouds gather
Blanketing the cruel sun.
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Olive groves- they were here then, underleaf
Silver flickering dark gloss in the breeze:
What’s beneath often surprises what’s above.
Lemon tress, three and a half thousand years
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Moon in a blithe night sky
Glows coolly at herself out of water
Shimmers in a rock pool in a grove.
Lunar stillness holds the leaves
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Distant friends laugh, dust blows, wine pours: they call me.
Such sounds fall from me like the blue of my cloak;
I am only what is present:
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Waiting by the stairs, in the hall
Where the panelling is white
With moonlight: one vertical figure, black, upright
As principle.
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Well it is, fine to see, elegant and peeled
To fineness, a shell, this beauty. A sea-swell
Rises, spasm, in my spirit. Nothing can shield
Against this shining. Well it is, fine to see -
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Ash is a quiet tree, light and leafy
It soothes and mildly shades, easing
With a grace, with a favour quickly won,
Tasting of clouds and a milky sun.
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She comes with care, entwining night
With shining smiles. Her siren thighs
Hold close our need; within her light
All hope is mirrored; from her eyes
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Between sleep and waking.
Between self…………….
Unrest comes sweetly in the dusk
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In the night comes a glow of a thousand sparks
Lighting joys which pass through the brooding mind
Of a hovering shade. There are boys, there are girls
Entwined in the dark where illicit smoke swirls,
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