Luna's Sept

Descend to join me now in Luna’s sept Before the summer storm’s pale vision Disturbs the bed of glory where you slept And sighed at passing time’s derision! Arise and sow your wonder over hills Where free birds can outlast the wingless, And grass unweaves so gently over rills Whose timeless flow is quick and listless! Unending hours advance while tearing off Astrologers’ ill fancies, deader Than fragments wrought and torn away by scoff, Whose broken vows are Hope’s beheader. All envy shrinks, for you are like the spell Which thaws cold marble into living Decay. Descend, illume our moon-beamed dell, For memories can foil misgiving! Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com