Sunday, August 23, 2009


Incandescent aloft
Eyes past chimneys,
Atlantis in starry sea,
Watchful of valley.

O heavenly eremite,
Hard to sail ground
Share secrets but,
Why the otherwise?

Ghost of the tree?
Is but unreal lover,
Her tearful lashes
Are so for beloved.

Orchard scarecrow?
Eats not, neither sings,
Dispels, to whom
Dewy hay is manna.

Clueless I see you
Mirrored in the well,
As reflected rays
Flick back at me.


Anonymous said...

No matter how clueless we are the reflection in dark water of that silver shell we call the moon is by far the most delighful sight. It is a fine poem. I think I'll place is second after Lana's Bedroom.

Fareed said...

Another old work, it is.