I’m sure I’ve heard them say

that twilight is too late

over dawning mountain

and dying river

dark authority of vine

dead end road

down night’s sinking street

along this opulence of forgotten highways

away in great smiling circles

a madrigal of monosyllables

my ears could taste them

such strange music

that no one danced

time crowded my dream

star wheel

penny whistle

silver coin

sweetest of goodbye notes

that song the light sings

a rondel to aeolian wings

Reap The Whirlwind by Robert Lee Haycock 2013