I see the night
For Tom Leech
I see the night coming silent as moonbeams,
not across the face of the sea,
nor along the haggard brows of mountains
found in my thoughts of you.
I see the star pausing at it's height,
not above the birth of a saviour,
nor pulsing, nor flowering at night time
among our withering faces.
And I feel your heart friend, dearly,
not in the memory of madnesses,
nor quickly, nor fleeting in fancy
found in a furnace of dreams.