Trills

Silences broken by trills
Thumps of the tympanic skins  
hers stretched taut over His ghouls
scintillating scrambles of everlasting thrushes  
Lift Mine spirits and fly in the skies.
who took the way of the farer
                                          warblers all
     Again and again
He strode and walked, and watched
Waited till the gurgles faded  
Streams of ooze ended and then the fluids came alive
coagulating in puddles of wetness  
Stroked and taken  
                          Soothed and lifted  
Slumber came easily that night    
but ne'er again as the erupting
tingles came alive in all His skeins
Wrapped in the oakridden bark of the tree  
krill'd and taken,
Measured cadences,
                              March to Ones own sense
Alone or bereft
who knows and who will note
she followed again
and Yet