Velvet Beds
We three graces: Rock,
Sea and Afternoon,
Grass, tethered feigns free.
Yet it is a breeze,
That ruffles these.
The once raging rock,
Fakes heave, sea calms,
Sea rages, end sought,
Via this cliff.
And now, I am this daytime.
The Council Workers leave,
The Flowers un-pressed.
Retinted, Velvet Beds,
Glass traces sparkle,
The Lees wild again.
Priories, castles fade.
Ships passed, diminish,
Drop in compare,
To swaying of grass,
Sky,
I am this day time.
6th September 2004
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