Absence

From absence to absence
I drowned in the color of your eyes--
Blue desires - in the well of oblivion.
I dispersed whispers, butterflies,
Into February's windy breath
And I clasped your hands together
On breasts of ice.

And today, when I look
Towards the mouths of the river,
Snow still falls from your words,
Like a feeble light through branches,
Like a far-off sign,
A shy denial.

Don't speak

Don't speak, don't speak,
Don't speak of things
        by their timeworn names;
Now they undertake
        another journey,
Within the sieve through which
        the stars shower down on us,
Lacerating our shells,
Undoing their ways,
Gracing us with angels' wings.

I will return

I will return, with a golden face
Concealed beneath my sleeve,
To present to you,
        my love,
During the reverential spring evenings.

I will return, with a silver face
Concealed beneath my apron,
To lure you,
        my love,
With tales from far away.

The moon slips like a teardrop
Over the stone arm,
The summer is sick from unmowed grass--
Fate is waiting.