nocturne

This interlude of old music....

Shiver of wind across the dark pool.

Willows blur beyond a haze of nymphs.

Color of thoughts turning sapphire

as moments open shadowed orchids.

Almost silence, then a deeper quiet.

Apparition of swan and the twilight comes.

....turns time into a volume of numbness

and forgetting how a feathered grace's

buoyant wings, also lifting, have flown.

....is a way of atmosphere and a sinking

into the liquid mirror where stars drown,

where a dying memory still glimmers.

....is a way of waiting, beauty-wounded,

on the haunted bank where a phantasm

glides the rhythm of a lasting nocturne.

~ TB, 2013