SAGA

c 2007 Tristan Winter

 

 

 

Saga of silk, saga of satin;

The laughing glass, cherries,

Your timid hair, the breeze,

The dreaming orange and the wallpaper

Everywhere at once.

 

Dicing joy with concertinas

You smiled bravely through the blood,

Dreaming of tangos and one thornless rose.

And wise was the hand

That held that star.

 

Saga of silk, saga of satin;

The road of songs, the hands of pearl,

The quick eye of forever.

Your mouth, a sky,

The invisible mountains and your ancestors waving

From paper gondolas.