Song of the Pearl

nights were spent waiting for days
 back in the brown times
 and there in the rising midwinter's sun
 was abraham's ram caught in the thicket
 and what appeared
 was told in turbulence on the water
 when she was near
 there could be no home apart from this
 but now its gone, long gone-
 when I look out across a clearing
 it is obscured
 out on an ocean dark and vast
 two fishes tied, at alpha are bound
 waving a pole and waking the dead
 the goatherder turned the shining stars
 and so turned she,
 and there awoke a staring eye
 but not a mouth-
 I'd become as passerby
 O in a world long gone
 she waits, she waits for me
 horizons sing
 I saw her last
 in a hazy, dark, and crowded room
 stramlined and fast
 shameless with everyone
 and when the last song's playing
 here she comes, carring a pitcher
 to fill the flood