A silver pool

Chapter 15: WATCH-FIRES

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The volume gathers short, lyrical poems that move between intimate confession and vivid, travel-tinted scenes, often using sea, desert, and carnival imagery to evoke longing and desire. Many pieces treat love, loss, and memory with devotional or elegiac tones, transforming personal feeling into music and visual metaphor. Occasional persona poems and translated voice-poems recall distant cultures and theatrical figures, while recurring motifs—stars, fires, pools, and painted streets—anchor the collection’s contemplative mood.

WATCH-FIRES

I care not if the touch of Time

Destroys the outer garment of my heart,

For deep within, steadfast, a living fire,

Love burns, and guards your shrine apart.

I care not if Death’s borders hold

A splendid peace, deep as an unshoaled sea,

I count peace only in the quiet joy

That comes, when you are glad with me.

I care not if the ruthless years

Shadow my soul, in passing on their flight,

If, through the devastating dark, I know

Your love, a tidal-wave of light.