To A Circadian Rhythm
The sky is ever deliquescent
moulting ephemeral
sanguine pins
a juggernaut dancing gloveless
in the architecture
beyond torpid hostelries
words unravel characters
fall and blackened men
construct gauzy daydreams
neath a long, silent carapace
:spawning dark agents
Meadows basque
purblind and bliss-weary
travellers on the damp leaves
restored by Summer’s fawning bouquet
sprawl among those unabbreviated pastures
to catch the whim of its lingering breath
Along the floss windows blush
their scarlet panes like burnished flowers
Eyes maladjusted to Dawn
her pale torch crowning the heavens
flutter before a cascade of sharpening light
Where druids gleaned laconic wisdom
through a dusky flame
and the now derelict
moss-covered spires
with footsteps rang
Where voices trapped amid fluted yarn
spun hircine dreams
a cobbled web now
reaches to the sea..