Reflections (2000)

I dream night silence like rich perfume:

the voice of the moon, a velvet thrumming

like noiseless bees.

Rock, let me rest beside this water, let me look 

into this liquid eye–

wherein night becomes day; the moon is the sun

In this once-smooth waste, now leaf with flowers    

and birdsong in bright atmosphere,

appears a comet like vivid silk ribbon–  

–ejaculation of fire.

Eureka! says the night.

This too is reflected– a burgeoning of petals–

All about me is changed and reflected.

Like the pool at night I hold reflections.

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