17 November 2007

June by the Church

June arrives,

rumoured days

Days of willing it to be

In the nest futures hatch

It's such a lovely thing to see

Oh my God

Like an angel wound

What fortune

Like a child in a field

So it goes, so it yields

June is here

Then it's not

In the background constantly

From the west

Lights go out

It's such a lonely thing to see

Oh my Lord

Talk of devil's food

What fortune

Lock the fruit

In a seed

So it grows

So it needs

Oh my soul

Soul like her cocoon

Long gone June

Her dark sides

Her bed feels

As she knows,

as she feels

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