Musings
Walked always through the strings Flow amidst the flow of sparkling rings And when the call arrives to freeze For the briefest moment yet orange breeze Mouths and eyes wide open And the sea floor vividly green Wind, the sail and rags hand in hand Nancy’s pages, the dusk, under foaming sand Following steps and dear alias names Midnight express and the yellowish resemblance Vision of twilight and the starlit curtain Light after light, life after life by the fountain Galloping horses and then this whispering rain.