Mourned Winter Then

Mourned winter
 Then in the middle of harsh day
 I saw the moon
 Her beaming as the queen shook out her broken dawn
 And kissed him tenderly
 Shook down from her many stars
 Drifting seeds to sleep sowing fields of spring clover
 Dreaming of a night bursting with milk and signs
 Of coded silent planets, ice and suns
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 Touched her finger to her heart
 And smiled, I am in you always
 The pulse in your blood, the fire in your salt
 The flame in your gem
 Like the night, then full of all
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 Utter love, uttered, springing
 From the sleepless sea soaring over
 Muddy towers, grey graves
 The hope light in your eyes moved open
 The spheres and spelled summer dust
 Heard that jeweled night spilled open a thousand stars
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 Held your body like the wind
 And felt the shudder of your mouth sing like Mars
 Resurrect me in your stillness
 With wingbeats from the sun flowers
 Towering over diurnal leaves
 Brush your kind face with doves
 And starlings sweep down like bells on your kiss
 If we count the cost of all we stole
 
 Perfect earth, transcendent stars
 Forg–forget me not
 Goddesses awake in trees and seafoam
 Licked by the shells and soaring gulls
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 In that beauty set in a hollow
 World splits words and flies in the sapphire face
 And I do never shall never forget that love
 That first sang stars and
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 First sealed jars of lamb light planted groves of sparrows
 The buzz of night under the sunny skull of mercy
 Which breathed out your history
 Before your eyes awoke to no proofs or proofs
 Letters or no letters
 In the dead hands of dead papers
 Which have long since left the central dance
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 And in dull, dull trance, squealing
 I ate the fiefdom, then, I am the beast
 And slid into the bloodstreams like a swamp nude to the world
 And the world naked to the ethereal
 Cities sweep and ate our home and throne
 Spheres we are, as free in the night twined with vines and sun babies
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 We are free in the day
 Lined with tiny moons
 I awoke and stared at the sun
 Falling into the mouth of those moons
 Heard the seagulls squawking and mouses squeaking
 Of another world and other waves
 Fox and vixen in the sunlit night inside the moonlit palace
 And swift as bird song smiled the babble and girders away
 Sparks flying out of the beaks soaring above the stunted city
 Hunched blindly under massed stars over the chalk hill
 Driven on by angelic yells