TWILIGHT

Down the river on the banks
Walking with the doubting Sun behind
Donkeys being dutiful
Driven through the twilight to dark huts
Barbing birds were lisping
Blossoms of night
The spying wind beating through
The chatting river grows silent
Fish do hear a chant
Fearing the secretive sky
The lame clown is whistling forth
On the rails from bank to bank
An old song is calibrating
Memory through the empty space
The speakers cough the aged tunes
Rough pebbles make a quiet laugh
A silent thought is born
The east is at rest
Waiting for its morn.