Poetry of Issue #8        Page 19

So The Blade and the Wind

So the blade and the wind
Went to play in the blind.
Were they there for the time,
Or a blend of the skein?

On a whole of the piece
Where the peace is a cloak,
In the bay of the door,
Near the home of the brave,

I wave to you - I dream your hand
Then draw your mouth to me.

In a month of your days
Round a tumbler of lines
On a table of pauses,
I wait for you! I wait for you!