As your mane
covered your eyes in the April wind
The empty
stirring of the fallen colors
An embedded
memory of relentless desire
To spin your
soul on the tireless loom
Out the dull
(roots/rotes) of a poet’s fury
Changing as
the seasons
For letters
to stones
Poetry is a
shallow pool
Following the
perpetual spring rain
To the birth
of the passion flower
Love timeless
And only in
the sheer black reflection
Was the
depth of your sky reflected
A deep pond’ve
kept you hidden in the shimmer
A jester
danced across the street that held you
A dog laid
paws on the sheer marble
Like it was
a well
And a
trumpet sounded from the center
Usher April’s
trinity reborn
The wandering
of your circular line of thought
