When the waters fade and fleck
Their fickle foam no more
Drawing up that shutter last
Silently against the outer door
I remember nothing
My outcast pen casting stones
Ink against the shelves
Save a halftone smile folded in
Really a dual time passed
Witnessed as a rolling moon
Turned briefly on my doubtful soul
Again here joy whelms to the silent edge
Pausing to cut back my fears
Laid heavily down by dark and greying years
1986
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