Poetry In Process

For night long No sleep came But song and song and song Melting in the candles' flame Of thought, fore I wrote them all That with silvern flashes broke The net and swam, and swam, and swam In a pool gulping words, then choke Upon the imagery of the lamb Bleating where no shepherd hears it call. I reeled them out and in again Each rhyme a little hook While the boat throbs with the strain Of waves opening like a book. Can you see my freckled sea In the night all night long My sleep tortured by a song