Friday, May 25, 2007
Song for the End of a Day
Lead me through the open sky.
A swallow hangs beneath my belt.
A blue field sweeps to a snow-capped peak.
And night-time wets its stubbly bed.
A brown arm hovers in the warmth.
A stray cloud billows off the ridge.
I’ll hold the leaf above your lips.
I’ll hide the ocean in your sleep.