Volumes of Revolution

The storm giants marched in the black and white night.
They towered and they fought till they bruised a deep pinkish-grey,
And returned to balance moodily on the bowl of the world.

They did not see what you and I and my clock face saw:
A bright morning blue and a freshening breeze
that showed the pale undersides of leaves

And promised that

one day

Flowers will riot in the railway tracks
they will pull down the bridges
and choke along the roads
until certainty flees before us into the cooling twilight
and the stars sing for salvation.

When that day comes,
When you glimpse a purple turret through the leafy mist,

Come with me.

Come with me to the corner of your eye and
Dance with me and my clockwork love
To the limits of the sky.

Defy the lightning with me
For a
thousand
thousand
summers
And spin on the scars of the cuts to your heart

And wait,
as I do,
For your life to start.