Dazed in the twilight

I see the mayfly fly

Clustering 'round streetlamps of a small town

Rush around, around

Flicker to the ground like snow...

Or the embers of a drowsy fire in cinders

Ephemeral, perpetual...

And frail, pale,

Written in water, fading

As the clothes we wore drift to the shore

In waves....

In choirs, in spires.



White dressed... moon blessed...

Milk... breast... flower...

Wishing the hours away...



Time, still fleeting

Transcending, neverending

Still meeting here with eternity

Still hand in hand

Washed clean of sand, like shells...

Then time flies by

And moments die in thousands

Enshrouded, clouded



White dressed... moon blessed

Milk... breast... flower

Wishing the hours away

Soft-fleshed... dark nest...

Miles away.....