evening
take an evening and paint it deep in blue marine
and to the horizon line drawn in thin cerulean with added
lemon yellow tantalising the green and subtle hues merge to
the thin orange line and scarlet deeps of the sunset
the heron on the rigid reason reeds does let his footfall
trace earths daughters face in slow clandestine creeping
deceit and death upon the world of fishes
in his silhouette does rain like bolide flashing
from celestial pasts when fish were men and men were rocks
and rocks were hurled across the distant skies
and distant skies were void upon the unison of nothing
for her name is reasons or her name is void
and though her eyes shine moons on crescent skies
as through the gas and clouds her thoughts
projectiles thrown at sparkling orbs in red gas nebula
so the hawk that chased by clumsy magpie
easy eludes its stupid cackling cursor
go fly to far away you dull pied jay
glide o'er the dull lit blossom to your
high limbed nest swift hawk
this is our evensong
and there were songs before it
but none so gracious in their even talk
or so mystic in their praise of you
and though i culled the wisdom from your beauty
and called you void
you are still distant radiant like suns set
upon a shore around the curvature of earths
so far away and i am in their umbra
and in that spectral radiance that filters round
the planets edge and through the dark aired
gas of nebula i see you loved by moon and stars
i see how they hate my wit and cunning
and how they wish my waning star would fade
and glide into the sun
like the suicides of silhouettes of hawks