Shimmering

I walked with heavy childish feet Where galaxies of white Chervil towered And asphalt ribbons did dance on air dividing fields of early summer flowers On that shimmering Tournant road from Tynte Park cross to an iron hill Blossoms in the June sunshine staying so silent and peacefully still Before me each cheating rise a false promise to a child alone With five shillings spent on a silver toy to shoot black crows on my way home Granite walls of the graveyard now behind my burning feet soon rest on cooler slate I will listen to the Stanley's hiss and boil its sap with the last of that good light I'd listen to the gentle swing, tick and tock struggling to keep time on those balmy nights While shadows eventually bury her black clock As moths gather about her death stained light