Song to Ujjain

for Ira Cohen

Jetsam floating this silent tide
pieces of marigold cropping the mind
on a sky full of spring
harsh dense falling on rooftops

A gnarled tree blossoms in cobblestone
lingering love thru a nighttime of noise
whispered truths in the hypocrite’s tongue
aged in weatherdamp far from death

Remember O saddhu chillums at dawn
winter melodies we forgot to sing
poems of desire on the driftless canals
singing themselves to a sleep beyond haunting

Here in the shadows my own reflection
red lights left other voyagers burn
years cry out thin moments decay
seize my heart in a rush of fire

Petals of love I send in bondage
reality dreams our souls forsake
Amsterdam eyes awake & smiling
eruptions of meaning all sound describes

Atrophied memories flake in the sun
desert the rains sustaining yr image
mylar of the West!
eastern impenetrables!

Feeling now the deep of yr voice
caressed by distances continents spread
disarm all notions of time & beauty
distinguishing us from the you I am.