Like stars fading into the blue of day the blackness that somewhere slips away how the sun fire burns clouds into the air the river that wends through lands, a stream no longer seen a winding path, a deer trail I follow, the sun shadows that swallow the light of this sycamore forest, where time is somehow lost amid the trees of blue and silver contrast beyond these woods, my eyes follow birds, that fly into the sky hills far and disappearing.