Teach
me to hear the singing of light
Through
the two veils of evening
Let
me not miss the exquisite notes of her fading
For
the dusk and dark of her greater song---
The
songs in the night---tucked away in stars---
That
in a taking away of her single brightness
Sing
all the sweeter for the one source they lost;
Rumour
has it---they were all her offspring---
Spun
from her Song from the womb of the dawn
That
in some primeval storm of love---were
Flung
out to furthermost reaches of the universe
There
to fulfill her vision in the sons of the morning
The
stars that in their dying sing in the night
Shedding
in deepest dark their message of life
*
Through
my skin, through my heart
From
the inner sanctum of my spirit
The
run of light comes a’ singing
Pressing
through from first to last
*
From: THE COUNTING-FALL;
The Further Ragged Writings of Everland;
A Book of Amaranthine Poetry;
Volume Two
From: THE COUNTING-FALL;
The Further Ragged Writings of Everland;
A Book of Amaranthine Poetry;
Volume Two
