Canopy of the Evening

(A Collaboration)

And many a night, tangled
in a silver braid; That tosses
a petal or two away!

But, did you not see the shadow
at your shoulder?
Have you no recall of my promise
to be there, to assist you
ev'r in times of trouble?
Has thou heart been so heavy
sorrowful land, and you have lost a wing?
O to fly again, and breathe speechless
the scents of the heavens;
Whilst a whisper of the breeze,
featherly hand, reflecting
and caress thy breast

As the blossom of Spring
burst its' marvelous array,
to soothe thy soul;
Like the Forsythia, painting
its annual yellow cloud burst;
Speaking only a language
of comfort....
Have thou wings forgotten
how to lift thee back into
the "canopy of the evening"?
O dear, I pray thou has not succumbed
to the travesty, in a world seeming
crazy by repetition; Constantly
crossing over, the dusty ways
Which is madness anyway!

And many a night, tangled
in a silver braid; That tosses
a petal or two away!


© Spencer - Titch K - 2004 March