Tu es mon refuge...

And the leaves trembling
Rustling
A song carried ...
As if
Tu es mon refuge...
As a Holy deluge...

(As songs are
Always borne far
By the wind and
The dying light
Of evening turning a Holy night,)

As the tune so blessed flew
Holding psalms written moist
On tiny palms watery salty taste...

me died a Happy death
As if a death so so musical
As if a death desired like the Fall...
With
Dry leaves leaving space
For more monsoony little dreams
As if replenished...
To meet the begin of a rest left unfinished
Like a poem new born dressed...

And the leaves rustled blessed
Carrying love like Limitless...