Wind shaken branches
Outside behind the ocean far glass;
Bidden to hark and howl
Hidden in half sleep.
Torture is a ceaseless rattle
Those leaves to tinker tattle,
Murmur moan, spume groan
Keeps me awake.
To grope the mind-
Honey thin transparent rays
That finger in pale ways
Behind that leafy maple;
To congeal in pools of butter
Soft utterances I barely hear
From the dry tarmac tongue.
We wake from comforts bed
To pass in silence, strangers of silence;
Often you creep away inside
To faces I don't recall.
Meadow man willow rain
Meadow men sing again,
You pass by the window
Keeps me awake.
In hope to find-
What pulls my grey humour
Upon every heart and page
Here routine weary lovers;
Crowd lurk cloth and proud
You pass and catch the scene
Viewing but not to be seen.
I drink cold tea instead
On the brink in some tepid cafe;
The elderly doze softly
I don't feel alone.
Lighted height pale shame
Whisper skin who to blame,
People pass by the door
Keeps me awake.
