Moments linger and drown,
Borders lilt and lift,
No limit to promises, this cylinder twists
Through soft traces, lines of light shift
Shadow running, motes of the moving planet
The rock that flows beneath; a spectre,
Fragments of buried sun shine luminous
And grains of water, falling salt morsels
Mask grasping fingers of kelp
Under glass wide as cathedral windows
Soft treading, sky-dancing
Augurs seeking
gold in the shreds, jewels in the scraps
I cannot believe this time could pass
I would not wish one iota to shift
Passengers of light, trace walkers
Many the seams to thread
For these journeys are all I am,
these my forevers to tread