Clambering

Clambering Climbing Clambering Tick Tick Tick The stairs I dream into the Night fragment I slumber in the cool Heat Torrid Of vampire rage Into The sliding Rocks Of Centuries The cave mouths Took Long Long Centuries And Open To The winds And Open To the sea-salts The scents of ocean Diamonds The quiver Of The light That came And went: Whilst every quarter The cathedral bells of Saint John struck There was a night nigh to the Edge Nigh to the last It broke There were tiny hunters Tiny particles yet Hunters And There was resignation in the Airs: There was a roasted fire Low Low at the windows That one on one Cascaded to the yard Depths of the yard.