Night Unseen, a Constanza

Ashes linger on a fair brook, Wizened, wrinkled, old eyes they say Have spirit that in death yet pray. Where once a life pale darkness took, A crow to feast, a shiver’s wake, To ripple, stab, then overtake. To settle where the gods may look, A soul may lie or live and cry But never kneel to heaven’s spy. Or float in sight of nature’s cook, A ray of myth and holy light For fading in the may or might. A sacrifice, or murder’s hook? None but the secret lovers’ fear Could tell what hell transpired here. Ashes linger on a fair brook, Where once a life pale darkness took, To settle where the gods may look, Or float in sight of nature’s cook, A sacrifice, or murder’s hook?