for swol'n icarus
incense, the emerald or
the auburn burning
beached bright as venus
after a long night in the deep sea
penelope
waiting so long the old dogs went blind
hearthed in a corner of a wild coast
sweet singing ariel
first led me to you
sounding a lyre
in another world turning behind me
i turned to stone stuck to a shadow
a blind old seadog stonedead under the sun
he flies home now
phoenixed in two years
and you told me there
is time left
sitting under a tree at the day's end end of the earth