Two relatives feeling distant
As time moulds each new birth
Into a symbol of the changing world
Drinking in the suns changing light
(From its womb directly or
From the cuvetus face of the moon)
And Narcissus stands, arms wide
Enveloping his kin in sweeping grace
His face dancing the sun's dance across the sky;
He is an over-arch of all their quirks,
Diluted so that the complexities
Are a fleeting dream on the tongue
And his colours are an assault on the eye.

Jonquil in yellow petticoat
Perhaps the wallflower of the dance,
Juvenile grace in her open face
That breathes its own unique airs;
She gleams her simple hue,
A definition within herself
As she unknots her roots from the rest
And pioneers her garden anew.