This summer night <br />Thick with textures <br />A broth of mist and sound <br />Alive with bells / sleigh bells / <br />Mournful black streets are <br />Spun with webs of light <br />That move like the tide <br />Back and forth <br />It is the deepest of summer now <br />The fresh rain in the deep green <br />Caresses my feet though I cannot see them <br />My foot prints rise in the green <br />Eyes upon me <br />The compass in my head guides my motion <br />Continuity spins on in the cosmos <br />Revolves around this instant <br />That will never come again <br />Eternal and mortal at once <br />The companion I seek is a dark muse<br /><br />Guillermo Veloso<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dark-muse/
