Ephemera

On the diaphanous membrane

Of the dream’s lightest

Flowing veil

 

Comes the faintest

Faintest

….Thread.

 

Stretched out between the pegs,

In the twilight cusp

Of a virgin day.

 

Written by The renaissance master

On the sky’s

Soft and yielding canvas.

 

Danced in the pink vapour trails

And the monks

Golden hand.

 

Leafing through the pages

Of the autumn’s footstep

Path.

 

With summer’s seaside toes,

And springtime’s

Tulip heart.

 

As winter’s night time sleep,

Falls

Now rested on the earth.

 

And yawns

….And stretches

 

The audacious snowdrop

Raises a cautious

Meercat head.

 

Searching the heaven

For the Eagle’s

Winsome, win some

Flight.

 

And feeling the feather

Tickle the memory’s

Venetian crystal bell.

 

Of perfect point

Engraving

In moon dust’s

Weeping fire.

 

And tenuous tingling

Touching hands.

 

Reaching like winter’s breath

 

And stretching

Between the stars.

 

And finding

The owl and the pussycat.

 

Floating in the sea

Of dreams.

 

And sailing with

Poseidon’s breath.

 

Into

 

Into the Chantilly

Lacen

Fabric

Of fate’s

Fertile plain.

 

To watch the numbers

On the dice’s

Worldly clock.

 

And to count the seconds,

Tick tock

Tick tock………….