This midnight restlessness of mindthat drives me room to roomis once again awake:when all the world is dark and dreamingit drives me softly,something seeking… A child in the window framegazing out on night-times’s day,held in thrallby lunar lightthat casts the night-landssoft and fey… A girl enwrapped in arms,entranced,over mothsthat dash and danceabout the silent night-light in the …
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The Dance
Around me there are light and heatand many people laughing people talking, talking, talking… floods of words unloosed, flowing endlessly not caring what they say or mean… There is music of a kind; and there are many, many games to play within the pale, in these gardens wide and formal, paved and shaved and shaped… Players moving …
LOOSELY SPEAKING... 