night poetry

We live in drought
   As summer sings to fall
My wandering clothes
   Have filled with filth through all
 
A sunny view
  Along the road I came
To pray for peace
   On a night of calming rain
 
The rooftop tiles
   Have washed with water’s lash
The rusted drains
   Have carried off the ash
 
Along the harbor east
   I walk as water flows
Perhaps somewhere
   There’s someone else who knows
 
My heart is clear
   As air begins to chill
Another land
   Contains desires still

alone in the bush
where night is calling
 
within the open sky
as dark as the one I love
 
I wander in the sand
while cutting twigs in a path
 
the bells have echoed
somewhere in the night
 
this midnight soup
has broken up my dreams
 
a strand in circles
a ring that never ends