Like A White Star, Tangled And Far, Tulip That's What You Are

At the birth of the day

As a babe of the spray

Like a white star tangled and far

Tulip that's what you are

Warm and wise as a mute

In the thunderbolt suit

Princely and torn grasping the horn

Of the maenads of May

Sleepy dreaming of dark

Silver Satyrs in parks

Statues that say worship the day

For only humans you are

Channels churning the grime

Inky dreams of our time

Into the Sun where the white one

Poems them into a rhyme

On a hill the clear shrill

Made the Titans most ill

Angels abound and

I'm kissing the ground

Thrilled to be around

Vineyards spangled with love

For the white dove above

Green and lean from the waste

Of the pastures of chaste

Preciously he is whole

Twinkled eyes like a king

Charted seas on your skin

Like a White Star tangled and far

Tulip that's what you are