The Tower and The Lark

Shores I had strolled with comrades-in-arms

Are gathered in the silence of night.

Cradled in hollows of chambers of waves

Our laughter and song now fade beyond sense

And paper my feet with sand.

Dolphins with mates have heard other calls

And vault and leap in harmony of flight

To waters that glisten elsewhere.

Here yet I stand, with memories entombed

And muse in th’shadows of moonlighted coves

That warble with stars in concert of heart

Libretto of lone-ranging lark.

And even as banners of dawn unfurl

I gaze at his flight, into clouds of light

And bend my ways with cotton-blossom hearts

To quarters up top in lighthouse on rocks.

Battered with waves and scraped by winds

It stands still strong among nettles and weeds

And scorns our whining with shelters in storm.


Spanned along spaces of shores and of stars
I reach for th'music that's rooted yet soars.