in a swirl
of fading twilight
I’ve seen
the sparrows dance –
as music
lays beneath
the evergreens –
lullaby
devoid of line
is left of words unsaid
caught within
this sacred reverie
as circles
drawn to cedar –
proof of lifetimes gone
was there I dreamed
the dream of evermore
of swells
and realms –
and canyons
of time endeared
to none –
fingers
feathers –
flight
a moment stilled
within
the fading light

. . .