Poems

Music for the Royal Fireworks

By Peter Halstead

We know you, who
Turn your head
From Brahms, from air
So gold and leaves so dark,
From the amber glow
Of summer in the park,
How far away the tempo
Of your real abyss.

But we know also
How whole the drift
Of truth can feel,
And we know too
That wings we lift
Above the ordinary sun,
Beyond the endless grime
And jesses of the land,
Multiverses burst
Like sparklers in the hand,
Will light the blinds
Around us in due time.

April 6th, 2021
Kaiholu