NOCTURNE

by Gay Reiser Cannon
(Port Aransas, TX)

I cannot find you in the summer's leaves,
Or hear your music in the moontime's song,
The shadow shapes become the faceless breeze.

Across a cubist's landscape of wild trees,
On midnight's wave, I hear the steeple's gong,
I cannot find you in the summer's leaves.

When emerald stars through satin dreams, increase
Their spell and thus my fantasy prolong,
The shadow shapes become the faceless breeze.

Of velvet indigos, the night then weaves
Its magic carpet that bears me along,
I cannot find you in the summer's leaves.

In caravels I sail Aegean Seas
And touch the columns that I dance among,
The shadow shapes become the faceless breeze.

At last within my grasp No, it deceives
Me, and I reach to find the vision gone.
I cannot see you in the summer's leaves,
The shadow shapes become the faceless breeze.


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