“I am haunted by Azure, Azure, Azure, Azure”
S. Mallarme
Serene splendor of the wind,
the scent of lavender is overwhelming
Slow machine of perpetual mantra,
the sea is overwhelming.
Silent dome of everness,
the sky is overwhelming.
There! in the azure…
a living poem floats among petals
of seaweed. It must be Ophelia.
No. It is someone else.
I have come face to face
with Venus’ shimmer
reflected on the ocean’s swell.
Her eyes are overwhelming.
DQ 04/15/07
