Lament for Rysia

Where did you come from?
And where are you going?

Along the Whale's Road,
a course of hammered silver;
where horizon meets ocean
under a quiet sky of quartz and velvet.

Second star on the left, and
straight on till morning , my friend.

Your signal is fading now;
still, records remain to be pored over
in detail.

pete, Inverness 1994

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