Like Phantom Poetry

Tonight the darkness rolls across the day

A wave of cobalt over dismal gray

The twilight keens with tardy April snow

A memory of someone long ago

And from the deep like phantom poetry

Almost I touch its soulful melody

Up, up, into the frosty moonless dark

The echo drifts, love-song upon a spark

And soon its ballad fades into the air

Where April runs its fingers through my hair

And midnight folds the hour to its embrace

Expanding history’s ethereal space

How large the night of moonless minuet

Strange and remote, the ghostly silhouette

Of ravaged pine, where winter’s tireless gale

Returns in confused, mumbled madrigal

And naked willows weep, hungering for

Night-song to sweep the silver garden-floor

Tonight the quietude of April snow

Muffles the tread of stragglers as they go

Searching, as I for that elusive star

Where past resides and summer wishes are

And from the deep like phantom poetry

Almost, almost I feel you close to me

J~