Meld

 A face dripping  daylight 
A seaside cafe
Nursing dregs
Over a story
The skyscraper spire
They wear clip on ties
The unseen order of things
Talk of war, sugar in darkness

Now and then

Now and then-

A pleasant tide and day

A hand through those curls

Finger across the atlas

Swirl away and away

That lock of hair

Now a compass

Now a star drawn map

Do you see?

Now and then, a possibility?

Ocean floor

Where wells an ocean floor, there breaks the surface of thy discontent

Ravens brought by my door -not news of Lenore-

But surging memories of malcontent; I suspect therefore

Without parallel, such great tides felt irrelevant

For upon the ocean floor lies the moon and her remembrance, only sediment.