Waiting For Rime Mirrors

Strings of tones waving waves Never ending With its peace in time and ripples Swiftly deep pools Stone and water come together In the lost of the two Every dropp clings an ending From the rain pouring down You and I knitting wings Under the leaves Flowers of morning their red cleaving it In with dreams of fall Hue rugs massed down in circle Only to be close together Knowing them one by one Beautiful names of summer Autumn’s sundown light Windows so passive Above blossoms angels white And the pulsing sounds Of our shadows Water around the dark stones Mistiness in its moods Waiting for rime mirrors