Bridge
As you cross a bridge of tears,
sunken are the golden years,
sunken as a sundial dreams
reckoning the angel streams.
Raking rooks on gravel streams
croak the echoes of your dreams.
As you cross a bridge of years
shadows usher in the tears.
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Charm
Hurt be a castle
Hate shall not enter;
fettered in thick chains,
there lay a centaur.
Stand the gatekeeper
watching the winter:
frost on the grass spears,
swans on the water.
Thought will not pierce these
thick walls of granite:
this place is private;
none may adorn it.
Hurt is a castle
Hate cannot enter:
fettered in thick chains,
there lies a centaur.
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Tapestries
PoetryPoems from 1978 onwards. These poems are in a different style from the later MajorSeventh, the earlier ones often with more of an Eastern-influenced cadence. Later, they vary a lot in form and style.
