RESTLESSNESS

Oh in that grove, by what held, mesmerizing,

did I stand yesterday ’neath larches sleek?

Above the tangled wind-shook branches, rising,

a restless moon did scurry, off to seek.

Deign to bow down to me you warm breeze, pleasing,

to your sisterly grass, of final rest,

till my brow’s mopped by wafting distance, easing

my drops of light, of baseless anxiousness.

Me too beneath Lucifer’s wing gloom smothered

anguish and havoc swept off, far away,

and chased me back to here, that I, dusk gathered

stand guard o’er hillock, poplar, darkness may,

and in my hair once more flaked scales did fall

of paradise from trees, asleep, in thrall.