Thou shalt dwell...in silent poesy ...planted ...

He
The bard
White bearded
Sang me
That
Perhaps,
Early
Too early
Of this small times
Of life mine...

And me
By Him
Singing still
Untiring
'Thou shalt dwell in silence...'
In my poesy
In dreams
In wet rivery flood
In chloroform
In trance
In dances
In tunes
In forbidden ways
In newer colory paints
In Hopes running high
Too high as if sky...
Blue orange white
Lemonades served icy cool...
Dew drops gathered on lids of flying birds...
In broken and joined glued glass shards...

In Her
In Books read...
In passages of music letting off hot steam...
In proses unseen...

In life
In death...
As if planted...