Trees Wake

Trees wake Oblong Lanky trees Shake! The high trees Walk On sticks of time! Lanky Lanky Trees Downpour of silver Particles! Woods That rise Slow From valleys Thundering Spark In to the day Though Dawn Arriving quite. Hear Hear a nightingale Escaped Escaped From the retired trees And woods Where sleep and dream The other Nightingales! Hear My Monsignor The cry Of the sufferers Of injustices Their screams Are as of The sea hawks and Magic vessels! Touch here with The pastel Touch there Bursting veins of Ink Water colors Water Water Open the chests of Drear Cut the chains Fill the chest with diadems See The hours of night Slip fast: Because Patience be great And Suffering: Touch here The pastel burns The colors bleed And Dawn be nigh!