Ron Koppelberger

A Saying Told

Secure, halfway between calm and quiet dreams, within the
Melancholy of nourishments undone, required by the sacrifice
Of amused touch and express angels in matched
Pairs of presence, a saying told by the years
And the breath of a humble alliance, raved, retrieved, disturbed
And put under the amends of a lasting peace, a riot untold
By the sweet caress of a quiet eyed sun, a desire taught by
The dust of an ancient song.

{Poem by Ron Koppelberger}