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