The Swamp (v.)

Vermilion zephyr streak
dark horizon branches
an orange lamplight overhangs
outside the garden from
rain stained windows

that seem tear stained
the season's moments come & gone
but unaged by comparison
with no answer of heaven open
where mortal loves pass on
or where they come from
on the other side of dream
asleep on a parallel pillow.
Gift of Tongues