can't trace this conversation --

words fragment and fall

into blue shadows by a white-baked wall.

through shimmering spaces a single thrush calls --

a song when it's over is no song at all.



(Chorus:) and you know I long to feel that sail

leaping in the wind

and i long to see what lies beyond that rim

oh, ever-new lover and friend

sing me that love song again.



time measured in summersaults

and flickering kids' play --

cross-world and southward it's a fine summer day

translucent life-span evaporates away

to bead on the cool grass in a cyclic ballet



(repeat chorus)



(25/XI/74)