Cypress Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

A patient blue steepness descends
to green shadow.

I linger in a motionless
ultimacy.

In me no breath of wind
unlocks the light.

I reach my arms high,
and quench the sun.

The night is green
as the silence in me.

The crouching moon
shelters on my slopes.

I leave the earth below. Darkness
strives to outsoar my peaks.

I find that I seek in silence
that harlequin wholeness that stoops

down the grave
dizzy steepnesses of truth.