As living shades descend
And bring an end to light
The day-banned wishes wend
Their way through night.
A mist of mystery melts
Against the restless sea.
Above, a dim eternity of stars
Unwind the tensions of the sky.
The glowing, burnt emotions see
Nocturnal ocean depths descend
As far as do devotions of the day
Ascend as high.
Flourescent roots within the water's heart,
Nourished by the scum the day makes shoddy,
As image-anchored shoots, the stars impart
Their ghostly beauty to the ocean's body.
Perhaps the one to know it first
Was mystery's mist the wind dispersed.
The best of depth and height
Is only sight's perfection,
Conceived by sea and night's
Unsure reflection.
- Sitaram (written Sunday October 24, 1965 12:00-1:00p.m.)