The Sound Of Morning/Mourning
Ben And Jody Loaring
Medium: steel and austrian paper twine
The Sound of Morning/Mourning
Amongst the twisted, rattling grove
The wind moans and cries
Across the blackened silken water.
Where does memory reside ?
On the sparkling dewed webs of bullrushes,
In the crisp salted sand that cracks underfoot,
Or upon the warm and feathered foam
Of this lonely shore.