Everyone is sleeping.
The trees are motionless.
The wind a whisper.
Sleep hums like a current
through the bright steel night.
Hills fit together like lovers.
Their great straddling thighs clasping
still greater darkness where they meet.
A star breaks and arcs across the night sky
like god, striking a match across a cathedral ceiling.
Therefore I wish, my lips making your name.
It is still, so still, I'm sure you must hear me?
This is simply beautiful Jerry - 'Sleep hums like a current through the bright steel night.' - gorgeous language! There is such intensity amongst your words, the vivid imagery creates the most enchanting atmosphere - every line is worth lingering over. I love it - gone straight into my faves.! Justine x
I remember this one appearing anonymously addressed to PO Box 99 Kangaroo Ground. I wondered who on earth might have sent it - then my heart began to thump. Your poetic voice sang sweetly that day. It's been singing ever since. Thank you my love. Your Allie Pie xxxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is simply stunning Gerry and amazing imagery 'hills fit together, like lovers, their great straddling thighs clasping.....' 'like God striking a match across a cathedral ceiling'. This evokes such a dazzling image. I see Alison's comment and a bit of a story attached to it too! This is one of your very very best! love Karin