where do words go that get lost in the wild of time
forgotten dreams that swoon as night dies
what alchemy what mystery in ploughed up land
through your troubled waters I sift
through the ruts and creases
of shirts and dresses I drift
where goes the hole that swirls in you
where your bare feet to
French version in Amour, French pieces
YOU ARE READING
waters
Poetrylook into the mirror of that dark sleep of mine the enchanted circle of death-absorbing words sow the sounds that love they are what they are tomorrow in the womb of slumbering waters I remember
