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...
