I stopped to look
the evening sky
above the emerald sea
was welling red
as though
it was still burning
with desire
portending:
' it's too early
for me to retire'

it was speaking
to me
in mystery
I could hear its voice
in the solemn moaning
of the passing wind:

'beauty and its glory
must not die--its hour
is not yet. I am still light
and won't surrender
in haste to the night

feel me, touch me
hold me, be with me
if you will, write me
a poem, compose me
a song, take me along
in your heart
paint me in colours
of passion and love
I am your muse
your inspiration
your heart's delight
embrace me
as a lover
and remember
I'll return
I fade but never die'

was I dreaming?

but there was I
and there was the sky