This summer night
Thick with textures
A broth of mist and sound
Alive with bells
Sleigh bells
Mournful black streets are
Spun with webs of light
That move like the tide
Back and forth
It is the deepest of summer now
The fresh rain in the deep green
Caresses my feet though I cannot see them
My foot prints rise in the green
Eyes upon me
The compa** in my head guides my motion
Continuity spins on in the cosmos
Revolves around this instant
That will never come again
Eternal and mortal at once
The companion I seek is a dark muse