before sunrise,
like a lantern, among the curve,
the crescent moon low on the horizon
on the far side of dawn winks at the sun
in stillness
after blackness
before the Loons leave the mist filled lake
after the translucent blue
from her eyes
dreams sparkle
and move
into me,
twirling
time fades into radiance
passion echoes
like a sallow dawn
in worlds of fleeting sorrows
the dawn, spreads its dreams
like a sun that always smiles