Watch While All The Leaves Festoon

Let us not be drowned in wailing sirens. While you work in your domesticity Let us deliberate in quiet silence. Let us deliberate simplicity. And cross a bridge that leads to another. That expands your soul from its pit of sin. Now let us greet as sisters and brothers. As Leonard Cohen plays the mandolin And the mountain heather is laced with gold. Reflected in a lake, a silver spoon Zen Buddhists watched beneath the manifold Stars and moon, watch while all the leaves festoon. Intricate paths that wander in recess Reflected in a sea that wears no clothes A hake fish we ate from a sequined dress Once hooked, all of us made love, swearing oaths. With a heart like a sinking -galleon Let lizards lose a tail and grow a soul. Remember - remember there's halcyon - Day's still to come and openly cajole Like a pearl from its closed blue oyster shell Let the snake wear a new suit of clothes. Let Leonard Cohen's songs warn us of hell. Awaken us to love the throes of trolls. And sing of desperation and danger Jig-like corpses in a sky burial As windblown kale, infants in a manger Happy as before that malarial -Encounter that left them half-stoned or dead As lovage wilted in monasteries We the deceased pray behind walls mislead. Wake; find there are no more fairies Or sad beasts or sirens with their sea drums Just Leonard Cohen, his melodic lulls With a thousand kisses deep in tones Dulcet, dark, full of life and suffering Going a thousand fathoms deep, he moans. I'm a gloomy brother recovering I hold roses, not lilies, closing time. Melting, hold in me a snow child sublime.