awakening in the swift wideness
sly air stirring our blood
as timeless angels wink riddles
from muted eyes of light above
now here, now there
skip our jocund musings
flitting over wheat-filled night
waiting only for careless tomorrows
time becomes just lazy wind
(as we rest in floating paleness)
hovering about our ankles
like expectant felines wondering
when will the pale future arrive?
can we die ourselves before? or
shall we just twist our limbs together
till crazed and dripping we emerge
how draw of inner night abounds:
snaking in fallow heart it sounds
no. it is now again time.
and the dawn is calling