Thursday, February 4, 2010

Midnight Nears

Midnight nears
releasing time for death and truth
when far beyond the spirits hearing
rumbles the great thunder of things
deep silence of desire
wearing a hood of sound

But daylight clears the vision
that by night is struck blind
and her souls ravening hawk
flies far away again

Moments of time
that perch on great stones
patience til passion
musing in that darkening place
deep in contemplated shadow
crying out

For shadows echo
a rhapsody of stars
that she alone hears
as midnight nears again
deep silence of desire
wearing a hood of sound
- Brigid