ELEGY (IN BLUE) FOR MOTHER



Mother oh Mother when memory burns
Like a blue fever in the dark divide
Of plutonian silence you hide behind
Like a living shadow
In her jungle of dreams
Your absence turns to mysterious light
Roses in flight
Like the winging of blue cockatoos
Becomes motion like water
Rolling and floating
On the sea's murmur
A blue ghosting of grace
Ebbs and tides
In the live plasma of trees
Reverberates
In the sweet-singing glory
Of birds
When memory burns
In her jungle of dreams
She becomes you, Mother.