Poem

Last night dreams cut
The razor’s edge; took time off
To spiral into a question mark
As howling dogs wept in  the wilderness
The wind tossed about in sleep
Like me, as the hills, meditated;
A faraway silence

Where were you then my light eyed,
 Pale faced friend, what dreams
Do you weave in earthly hours?
What stories do you narrate
Of the hills, the stones, the
Sepulchred wind, as angels
Drift, ghosts catcall

My poetry
Night cries of the soul
Stifle all thoughts. language
An ineffable utterance

What bird song
As marigolds light
Your silken hair sun spun
Into eternal moments
Of gliding truth?