Old wishes
Ring softly in the setting sun
As I undress
Before the wind,
Wondering
Where did my unravelling begin?
The geese of the lake don’t see me,
The face of the moon
Is turned elsewhere.
I was once a girl
With a blushing smile,
A girl with tangled hair.
I‘ll work hard, I swear by the sun.
I dance to distant things.
Black pits of eyes,
Soft spells of love,
Swooping angel wings.
Now I am a daisy fire
Dispersing into smoke.
Now I am the mire
Turning sunken dreams to yolk.
I brew new life
Out of all that has been done,
And the darkening sky still trembles
Where she felt the river run…
