Listening For Symphonies

Waking without
inspiration of a comely
presence meant delay –
there is no logic evading
what it meant

but you did it anyway
took the view it was only
temporary inconvenience
played yesterday’s
beginning over again

breathlessness you
sensed with feelings elevated
ate into dawn’s lunacy
like a scene from
a play

witchery raided where
common-sense wavered
on the head of a pin –
flew silhouetted
against a full moon

light of a still dawn
lingers in leaves’ shadows
on windowpanes
listening for symphonies
of the wind’s return
© 3 August 2010, I. D. Carswell