a reversed circle
and to the edge
i stood by the barren pit

where earth met sky
all..
between perfect reflection

still-i considered height
and interminable depth
all with the aid of

my wizard stick..and lo!
rose a gossamer breadth
and voices of love

sang loud long and mesmerising..
the water shone and no bird
sang..

these seraph beautiful  both
male and female though
the latter, prettier..

my thoughts reflected
the women took dominance
this choral arrangement lasted

how long-i don´t know
i was eight..
what is time..

i got on my bicycle
and went home
telling no-one..