DAVID JONES' LEGACY
(1895- 1974)

On the names for God
from windmills call
of the streams of life
from the rivers of wellspring
and lilacs softened
by a flawless Evergreen
in perpetual prophecy
of golden candlestick
over library shelves of dust
we find you, always young
among stones by sleep houses
a spring rain shower
a revelation passing
of another generation
in the planted seedlings
between blue hills
asking for words
hungering to speak out
and hand over the rings
of your engagement
in your lost murmur for love
at the edge of the age,
we celebrate reflection
of the sunset and eventide
over the river
in a visionary silence.