Elegy

Memories of you beneath the full moon
Dancing at the high tide of heaven’s rich boon,
Informs the cliffs and canyons of my soul:
With munificence so to crown your role,

Yet maintain exquisite control!
The memory has exacted its toll ….

Strontium Ninety in each falling bone
Have I been journeying forth alove
Through monasteries of mountain and of moor
And big city din of teeming public ways
Where changing lights brought no beloved face.

I dream on still, of brocade in the night:
Of jasmine trailing its soft allure
And peacocks that made the dusk more bright.