LIKE A BOLT OF GREEN LIGHTENING

            LIKE A BOLT OF GREEN LIGHTNING
                                                                        I HAVE BEEN STRUCK
                                                      BY PROWLING CELTIC SHADOWS
                                                               AND THE LINGERING AROMA
                                                         OF YOUR DECEMBER HAIR
I WANT TO GO BEYOND THE EDGE OF SILVER CLOCKS
                       ALIEN PASSAGES
                                       AND MIRRORED SEASONS
                            TO TOUCH THE SENSUOUS MYSTERY
                                                      OF YOUR FLOWERING DEPTHS
                   AND REST AT THE EDGE OF A WONDROUS SEA
            WHERE I SHALL SPEAK WITH CASTAWAY SHELLS
                                          AND UNSCRAMBLE
                               THE SECRET OF PETRIFIED SONGS
I WANT TO BE THE HAMMER
                        THAT SOUNDS YOUR SILENT BELL
                   WHOSE RESONANCE RESIDES IN THE DAWN
                                                             INVISIBLE AS A GULL’S WING
                                ON A FROSTED PIECE OF MARBLE
 I KNOW WHAT I HAVE SEEN
                                  AND I AM CAUGHT
            FOR WHO WOULD PREFER THE JINGLE OF GOLD EARRINGS
                                                        ONCE HE HAS HEARD
                                                            JADE
                                    GROWING IN A STONE