Peter Layton

Songs Song Birds

The world will I believe never get to know
what it's lacking
of its most wonderful emerging talent
just readying to flower.

And now,

in the ethosphere of the pin hole dots of the
earliest night sky
dust
which might've been mountains.


True Or Fall

The rain has melted
and blown away
the night is still and cold
still wet
the moon shimmering through silvered clouds.

I'll close my eyes
try as hard as I may try
to produce you
you who left with the rain
blind sun.

{Poetry by Peter Layton}