The Sound Eye

Time is nearly ending
When it begins it begins to go
The spider's web mending
Pianoed legs to and fro
Leaves seas
Now gone the conference of crow echo the unroofed parliament
The arms stand high spaced with sky leaves sigh
There's something there moving i
Unseen single calling crow
Black as feathers night
Uncoloured silence shadows breathing sleeping light


Phoneix Park 19th July 2011