A Way with Roses 

eyes arise in bead chant dawn
so long a decadence counting down
rain drops beading on mystery
my head  space   stretches    wider     between      each
in darkness voices trailing off the decades
now and 
at the hour 
of our hour
our other son dead
from birth
nightly tryst
we explore the spaces
in each other
our voices shell-borne doxology of the sea
in darkness fingering mystery