I wrote this poem backwards to see where it would start if its seed was in my head or it grew in my heart and then I turned it inside out the surest rhymes to find decided it could do without a certain measured time but after all I set a fire and in it through my verse thinking that cast to the flames it couldn’t get much worse therefore I started up again and forwards did compose thus these simple lines appeared to bring me to a close.
a carthorse bloodied without breath no more draught to work nor fallow field in which to rest, each muscle torn and lacerated flesh counted to the cheapest reckoning, that even still with given ghost and sunken chest his worth is measured to the final bolt.
let us make love by the river observed only by the lighthouse casting our shadows inside and out. let us make love by the river to the gentle sounds of the waves that come more from within than without.
her fingers floated above the keys afraid to let them rest upon their ivory, the piano hadn’t been tuned since the day he died almost twenty years ago, but more than anything she feared to taint the memories of his melody
between the silver clashing of tempest and the sky there my dreams under the sails wait on horizons passing by from out of day into the night those blessed stars empyrean summon my thoughts to their light to rest there ’til my cares are run.