From Work in Progress (Invocation)

III

Ho, the twilight! Ho, the curving
Of the last docks. The lights tarry
Like moons on the river's ceiling, luminaries turn
On the steel edge of memory's past.
Where am I walking, walking
Under cameos of moonlight? Echoes brood,
Breathe back upon my breath, echoes of the muse
Sprinkle crystal like the stretch
Of powder under feet:
Crunch and crunch, these are the sounds
Sharp by the lurking boats, hunches
Of the dockyard, these are eternity's sounds.