Orpheus Acsending

When weary sun grew heavy, sank deep into the Earth, I stole away in secret from chilled and ashen hearth; from morning glory folded amidst the faery rings to hear forbidden melodies-- Orpheus tuning strings:          The first was for the flaming red          setting in sunflower hewn,          the patience of the oaken boughs,          and one for the curve of the moon.          The honey in a lover's kiss          for all it may be worth,          stillness of a morning cloud,          the phoenix in rebirth. What more to wish but for the day he'll laugh and take my hands, but I'll be picking cardamom along these sifting sands 'til Venus finds another house and Orpheus will rise and look into the crimson dawn with clear and dewy eyes; that he might spy me drifting past and know it all along, that he may have arranged the notes, but I was in the song. 11-11-09