In dread darkness
Your face appears,
A red canoe of moon
Rising over my emptiness,
Sailing the length
Of a river of cloud
In a quiet afternoon...
Endless;
And I’m undone again
And want to paint you
In ochre tones,
Cover you with red paint
Until woods and hills
Enclose
And hold you in their arms
In multicoloured groves.
Today my words were red
And I wanted to daub
Them all over you...
And so I wrote this poem.
