my dear poet
here is a vision
I had last night in my dream.....

here lays a woman
in her casket of glass
loosely holding a gladiolus in her arm

in a gesture of
pure abandon
she relinquishes
all pledges of youth
to leap into endless mirroring of sleep

she reveals a
slender breast
where stirrings of
innocence and desire
culminate to a levelled peak

a loneliest blossoming tree

water floods now her muted body
as she drifts down the sacred river
to sink into the disparaged
sun of mortal wish


it is me, poet
with the end-light of a fallen star
shielding my face as I flee
& you run bewitched
from threshold
to threshold in seek
of my dying scent


I awake clenching a lilac
between my teeth

I must close,
write soon,
SAS