Jenny asked for a poem I wrote....
THE HARPIST for Carolyn
Today a pocket of tears apologized and told to me
Its secrets...
Fragments of dream-cake adrift in the strand
Shadows moving slowly upon a plate
Compositions and chorales
The music of a lark
Celestial melodies
Whispering shimmering filaments
Like the rustling northern lights
Flood the soul from the source
Of all power and mystery
Shelter me my mystic mother
Weigh my soul against a feather
Columbines and dew of heaven
Patches of the purple
Perfumes of Arabia distilled to a spell
Flagons of fragrance
Filaments weaving their celestial way
To the stars of understanding and virtue
Pilasters and persimmons and specks
Of mystic glory pace their lives freely
Amid castles and pragmatic minuets
Permanence endures no mortal combat
Learning day by day to sink the self into a coat of glory
Into a well of peace.
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