Poems by Tom Peeler The Music That Forgives This night dazzles the eye With its depth of darkness, A sky calling stars Up into its well, Five miles from a city That hunkers on raw ridges Where wealth draws a crooked map And poverty broods in street light, A mile from a mountain Shaped like a cool whale A shade lighter than the sky, Houses harpoon the south side. This night sings to the ear With a cold beauty, Music too marvelous for human knowledge, Music that forgives our customary sins.   ©2003 Tim Peeler