Figures

Headed back home
Spirited by reunion
Colours of cedar
And an ardent arbour of knowing
Eternal love slow

Though you might blow away
This could thicken like blood
I was not in your wet eye
Ever to fear over your hardened lines
Came the spirit of the avalon air
That would answer only your concept

I held sorrow in the blue bowl around your eye
I have too tried to still myself to a frame
And breathe continuous
Breathe continuously

And still comes over my lung
I plume in the westerly wind
I have too run from
But I hunt for you now
Nothing like this is permanent
Cost you nothing
Handed on the plane so discrete from the bone
And I shiver from the cold
I'm limber but lessingly so
Time is not heavy enough