| Darian |
Vu Murt by the Ocnus Weaveread by darian Bare your feet, Walk them within the windrows For what winkling may be had of candlewicks From the cobbler's eye. Wake him, and he will unravel The river from his side, sculpt her speech of minnows And roll her in watery moccassins to go roam About your stride, brush the blackness from his shoulders By the tines of dragonflies. You will find him naked in an eternity Of dulcian strains, at the pedal-point of every bend In the bluish fugue's mossy diluendo. Embossed beneath The froth, each stylus fin shall have writ his name, with haydust Ormolu in branding locks along the flow. Wake him, And the cupping hands will dampen in each ducal dream Taken curdled from an Adder's gum. Covet him in a key-turn From a kerchief's swirl; Paint his lips In daffodils and pull them from a pooling whirl; Burn him in the orchard, enfold him in the gardens, Answer nothing to his silence but a nightly string of pearls, Fling the night in salvos til the meadowlark unfurls.  |