DOVE OF DAWN

6/10/2006



DOVE OF DAWN





The house with its remnants of yesterday’s truths;

A half finished bottle of wine and entropic followers

Like vestigle objects –drift like a boat into today

Between horizons of the sun’s declinations



My many stop and start manuscripts in disarray,

Looking perhaps for some semblance of order;

Cold legacies like these haunt me; memories left

Like uncorked wine in need of imbibing resolutions.



But you- my beloved- The Heart of my Heart Who Puts

Things in Order- whose name Helen is an eponym for

Dawn; you bring light to all the dark corners of my psyche



With you there is clarity and objects rearrange themselves

As if to make sense in their hazy incompletes: such order

Is heralded by you as the morning dove heralds dawn..








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