Tuesday, October 15, 2013

at the hand of an almighty memory


a nightingale sits preening it's breast and wings 
at the hand of an almighty memory
next to an alabaster lizard, tiny and still, tripping quickly to motion 
at the hand of an almighty memory
for long lost living roots that awaken in my head 
at the hand of an almighty memory
gunna get me a little oblivion 
at the hand of an almighty memory
and she could see all those angels 
at the hand of an almighty memory
setting with the end of the day, twilight and fireflies
at the hand of an almighty memory
Tales of manners at afternoon tea
at the hand of an almighty memory
clearing an avoidance of thrushes and wrens circling like swallows 
at the hand of an almighty memory
darting and arching their shadows, stitching the horizon with the stars that start the night
at the hand of an almighty memory