My wish goes singing upward
Holding a chime of bells
In its heart: 

Pigeons know my silent bells,
Winds touch them and wonder.

That they might reach
That high blue—­

Till star fingers touch them
Ever so gently—­

And drifting clouds
Lay cool cheeks against them—­

My wish goes singing upward
Reaching into silence.

IV.  PRIEDIEU

Beauty passes
But dust is eternal. 
Outside the temple
Beauty dies in the wind.

So when my temple is fallen
And lies in dust,
Where then will be the memory
Of your beauty?

I pray my dust
That it may hold your image
Tomorrow and for ever.

V. FESTIVAL

The beloved is returning,
Let the bells ring!

I too am a tower
Hung with bronze bells,

I too am a bell
Chiming to the winds,

I too am the wind
Ringing to the hills,

I too am the hills
Singing to the sky.

I too am the sky! 
The beloved is returning,
Let the bells ring!

VI.  DUSK

There is no soul too poor to build a temple
Where it may go apart
And worship darkness.

For out of darkness
Images shine... and fade...

Since now there is no worship nor any music,
Let incense be a curved smile
On lips that remember,
And candles, notes of laughter
In empty dusk.

Above,
A coloured window slowly turns
Black to the night.

VII.  RUINS

Temples have fallen
Before today,
Stones are ever loosening their hold
One on another...

You blocks of marble, sleeping in the sun,
Can you remember chiming bells
And incense?

Now there is only silence,
Even the winged stones of archways
Sleep in peace.

Candles

Silence is but the golden frame
     That holds your face,
My thoughts, like unblown candle-flame
     In a holy place
Surround you.  From this secret shrine
     Somewhere apart
Do you not feel my candles shine
     Upon your heart?

Winter Night

The I that does not love you
I have kept hidden away
In the dark.

(I never dreamed
There was a You
That does not love me!)

Tonight they met.

I hear their words
Falling like icicles
Upon me... 
I am frozen in terror... 
Have they killed the You
That Loves me?

Beloved, can you hear me
Through the bitter sound
Of icicles falling? 
Can you see me from behind
Your frozen eyes?

Last Days

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