Where Be The Circles

Where Be The Circles In The Sun’s Eyes Growing Growing Circles Growing Then Decreasing But Growing Immediately The owl of the red eyes Sate on the bough this way The nightingale on another tree Sang her heart out For it was moon For it was stars And from the clouds and through There were stairs to the Heavens and the stars. There were. There are this night too. The moon dust falls Fine and perceptible to Dusky eyes. Poet Seers are privileged Here at night Where in the day They roamed as bent pilgrims To the Earth. Heavens are theirs.