childhood joy outstretching light years

how intent the cat
and over the city din
the death throes of stars
at odds
with the memory . . .
the way back
encrypted within 
a monarch's wings
broken wing—
lost in the opiate
of being
at its heart
a darkening rose's
summer lust
ground fog . . .
a swan stretches out
the hush
the play 
of shadows passing 
for a god
morning cool—
a variety of birds
rise in song
behind macrocarpas . . .
the warmth within
winds wailing
against macrocarpas . . .
such stillness
the coffin's descent
inch by inch
sparrow dusk—
a wind swallows up
the last words
viscous night—
shadows suffocating
on darkness
another          out of line
the milky way
sowing seeds
of contemplation
this silence
dwelling still before
change is 
sun shafts—
golden streams flush out
a peed ant
the way of the rose—
the rouged cheeks of dalliance
no longer quench me
morning call—
not clear in this heat
the sense of it