Mountain of Spires:

i
Rain smooth edifices slant unswaying
Through the waning face of medieval London
How could she be in a turn cosmopolitan
And yet so lifelessly adrift in the wind
Such happy feet in unison
Well cut suits, untainted faces
 Cut through the gloom
Thoroughly set adrift in the wind

And she in its mists
Virgin and famished still
Naked and unrepentant
Laced her crimson unshaded crown
He saw her in the wandering haar
Before she was gone
He felt her whisper a place
To return to
By passage of swallows flight
Among the unborn heirs

ii
A transient mist of the breezes
Of each lunatic isle of Eden
In their intoxicating dreams
Far beyond the clockwork universe
In the blue haze maybe East
Or West of the city she has her place
She can walk a violet ray
Through mindful vigilant streets
A shadow beneath the gaze
Of the city's watchers

Liquidly she passes, ambling
Threading a secret unity
Through the fair
Sheltered times born down
By the weight of her tears
A glimmer of hope and meaning
That she weeps at all
When the blame was never her own
To bare alone and in silence
Though she has born it
As a second skin
Since the awakening

iii
A voice, flailing wings
In the maelstromm
Seemingly wishing to escape
Yet hidden in her autumn hued
Encampment
Within the encarnate palace
Of the minotaur of passion
She waits for the one by whom
She was abandoned
And yet abandonment is such a word
As implies free will

For may night have such a will
To be parted from the day?
And the ox who goes
To the butcher's blade
Bemused by the song
Of its own impending death?
But no for they are as one
Unremitting shroud
Neither without its twin
For each thing is a spirit
In which inhabits God

And every hair upon her head
Is numbered
And every caress
Of her sweet breath is precious
As much a gift to the lover
As to the Beloved
For everything that breathes
Shimmers through the dark
Of the ocean of love
As in life, so in death
A hair upon her head is as an ocean
And a breath is as the sky of love
For every nature its twin
Is the sun more glorious than the moon?

She is a universe
With a child in her eyes
The palace through which
The Great Soul passes into this world
Loves kisses awaken her
With the dawn
As the moon arises
A globe luminous
The haze which bears the sun
Which crafts shadows
In the patterns of her face

iv
In the distance the banners of a citadel
Are set to flight anew
A settlement rises out of the dawn
To fall in a night and rise again
And all New London clad in white
Like a bride awaiting night
She strides brick upon brick
Through the hollow air
Rising above the famished glare

Written all before and as He writes

Man was not the first to walk the earth
Civilizations have born and died
Even before the first maternal breast
Soothed the quivering lip of Adam...