Songs for a Diva
In Memoriam Daniela Dessì, May 14, 1957 — August 20, 2016)
the sky breaks; falls to pieces to the sunrise
scattering light against the anvil of sudden black
muting colour edges of my collapsed horizon.
feathered to the fall of rain and my eye loses the moon
to the hush . . .
when doves cry.
born to the valley of the moon, the flame of all flowers
lit the fragrance of our dreaming; within this thin line
between the eyes of souls, that you reveal me, by the note
— against the glass silences shattered in the sand, defunct,
by which I now drown, dry. you found my desolation.
And gave it back to me, as I am:
she lived between the staves; dissolved.
and men came and went with effortless
affection. she fell into ink and sound
to spread the word…
bound for its late flowering.
of mud and sky, it’s the air between breathing
bright the luminosity of your smile; wild of eye,
in thought, of heart, be wilder still
– beguiling me, of you. . .
An impeccable voice lives on …