A dream began in open sky 
among short winds beating the air 
quick with sound of leaf and wing

There spread a long unbroken field 
of pasture that had been a park 
Someone coerced had sold the trees 
for cutting down to planks of wood

Three centuries backdrop had stood 
brought low now by one week's spoil

Where trees had spaced out soil and air 
eye now slips over faint form 
and vague curve toward sky-line blurred 
to waviness of grass and cloud
Indefinite apeliron calling 
"Backdrop gone on only on"

The dream turns over in the dream

What ingrained warp not self-imposed 
induced the deviating touch 
away from dreamer's hopeful dark 
or does the dream-gate offer lies

There stands the cottage of a dream 
tireless how not indeed at wait 
for dream-pair not come back from where 
holds them a thorn-tooth grip

to make secure a future turned 
to empty chairs by ash-strewn hearth 
while winds on shut windows beat
 
 
 

Window in the Sky

The statue in the lichen wood 
from stone eyes in stone reflects 
what light slips from the sky

and violets around small oak 
accept the warming stray shafts
from soft sun above grey boughs

Within that wood a wary fox 
gemlike of eye by nose and ear 
practises survival's arts

and you with those existences 
chancewise all together come 
whether to live whether to die

you who have said "We die alone" 
your eyes reflect that soft far sun 
unite you with a passing cloud

assist your union in that zone 
with presences made your concern 
your care in changing not to maim

And were that all no lonely death 
would be your lot in such a place 
where even stones have parts to play

Awake among a group of homes 
silent with crow and ass at hand 
while trees skywards and earthwards grow

I saw a window in the sky 
open for you a passage-way
to quit your every kind of friend

whitherwards none of them knew
but I for you who floated through 
wished you Fare-Well-and-Welcome-Find