A Thousand Twilights

A thousand drums thundered
across the sky
dropping wedges, cutting time
in sharp divides–
impassable mountain range

Sometimes I hear music—
wind-songs, tree-speak, leaf-whispers
of ancient days

a thousand twilights hide me
in shades of evergreen
In deep shadows I catch
quivering tree-songs in my hands—
flowers that only bloom at midnight

I hold them all summer
until they wither and crumble
like all earthly things
to eventually die