Echo of the clocktower, footstep <br />in the alleyway, sweep <br />of the wind sifting the leaves. <br /> <br />Jeweller of the spiderweb, connoisseur <br />of autumn’s opulence, blade of lightning <br />harvesting the sky. <br /> <br />Keeper of the small gate, choreographer <br />of entrances and exits, midnight <br />whisper travelling the wires. <br /> <br />Seducer, healer, deity or thief, <br />I will see you soon enough— <br />in the shadow of the rainfall, <br /> <br />in the brief violet darkening a sunset— <br />but until then I pray watch over him <br />as a mountain guards its covert ore <br /> <br />and the harsh falcon its flightless young.<br /><br />Dana Gioia<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prayer-158/
