Night Walk
So quiet these waters breathe,
Robert Gibbs
Present Till Presently
What holds this night, hold my heart,
The Last Wind's Last Word
Now the last wind comes telling
Still Salty Ghosts
Pass quick and quiet long shuttered eyes
Dead Love and Lost Days
Dead love and lost days, shrivelled corns
December
How quickly days bring back to night
An Untimed Instant
Light trims the white edges of the bay,
Cross Purposes
Cold it is tonight, and still
Always at This Cross
I know a place beyond slipping
Under the Silence
A white slant of silence shaped the walls
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