Delirium
Nocturne No. 8
I rambled under burning pines Though nothing burned except for the fevered Wind whose rasping breath delivered Worship of the kindling kind And I could have gone like that for hours Sharing in the delirium Of one enraptured element Emulating another’s roars But the pines grew thin—until I could hear The lightning of a loved one’s voice No closer to meeting me across The plains of unignited air



[cover image: William Nicholson Jennings]