Angel of d**h Angel of sight Sentinel to the hungry sea To see the arc of the years Through this dusty window Recite a worn Kaddish Two decades Dried flowers in my pocket; an Old ma** card and Picture memories Memories that stick like plaque To my skull Stories that lap like waves Bring your days To this dry shore You are young On ships and shore You are old By ships and sea You are mute in profile Your bride In gowns and mirrors Your love In flowers and silk Your soul-keeper in her silent keep A kiss goodbye On the day of the fool A kiss from above In the silence of dreams A kiss on the sweat-dewed brow And this morning As grey as the tide Comes and goes And your voice as Bold as gulls and sea; comes and goes These are coins That the years have kept These are the shadows of tears spent We are all memory and dream We are all minutes in the decades