THREE POEMS

ONE

As silence takes hold

      color folds flame

      Formless

as we were nothing 

before

displayed atop

eternity (a 

frailty)

Waves beat against

the concrete pier, ruined,

like a body thrust deep

mortar lines glisten grey

spirits caught asleep

Silence takes hold

Color stays

whitening to blue

       and

               silence remains

TWO

Far to the west beyond these empty

forms of worlds   pinnacles of lives

      points conspired together

hills crest           they break in snow

and threaten to become         unify

in holy and ecstatic rites            to

transmogrify with the clouds

now stooping pale and trembling

with dew and haze to kiss the stern

tops of stone

All Falters to One.

THREE

It is impossible to desire :

the breath holds   the hand

falters   Vanity catches

in the mirror

Before the tongue’s red

moistens the day

and noon birds contemplate

night’s song

Then   aware the hearings

done and    the fall has away

The Symbol stays   the

Faint remains.