drifting off

drifting off
   though a ‘she’ in nature, the soul yet may bear ‘his’ face

last_colours
Dusk dusted by its own tail, a Weathercat Production

the sun
already
gone

in its
westerly
boat
of cloud

the last of
colours
drifting off
the sky’s
mooring,

my soul
grown cold
as the shore
of this out-tide

would cut its
line and drift
off

wherever

evening star
that woman
of the breeze
who trembles
in it
ever shedding
her silver
dress

shall draw
his her-ness to
in last breath
before the moon

tamaki estuary
september 2018

Copyright © 2018 Peter Le Baige. All Rights Reserved

The music is from a recording of Ernest Bloch’s suite solo cello No. 1 by Emmanuelle Bertrand

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