the poetic manifesto

half heard melodies at dawn

dreams or the traces of dreaming

a woman's name said soft like breathing

memories of faces gone

footsteps in the hall on winter nights

sadness in the heart where love has been

softness on the fields after a storm

shadows bright with remembering

 

we will go

through cowardice to bravery

into the timeless eye of mind

across the ungovernable sea

to where all poems have their end

and their beginnings naturally

come with me