WOLF RIVER SONG 97


A hole in your eyes which drew in the light
A tiny eclipse which opened at night
Son of the father now become ghost
Serenity’s fever, too fast and too bright

Holy in the human way then a world beyond
Enlightenment enough for now,communion with Song
Mary the mother left to mourn
Her child who stayed spirit all years after born

Memory does not forget itself
The imprint is taken into the soul
With Wolf River move like mercury flows
Every star becomes a black hole

Human in the holy way, the poet as fallen angel
Burn silver in water, wash in the fire...
Eternal in grace, one voice as choir
Music is forever, it makes us immortal


///This is for Jeff Buckley, another brother lost.
Laughter and tears forever, a true musician.
Unfinished as of October 2001. ///