Valediction




The moon distils

over fiery fields,

in an alembic bottle

shape, whose shores are leaves.

As I gaze at the rocky river, he out jumps the trees,

sailing higher, through heavenly waters; questing that fleece

on which all lovers know their body is the grail. Then will you fly home

down the sky road, with the exploding fountain sounds, and the way the

falls looked so fantastic standing there, running away…….where herself,

made crystal like air, vanishes under clear flamey rills. Just to be

here, when the procession’s orbit flows by our window,

singing ‘Star of the Sea’, from the

solar plexus.