floating away
on the wings
of the wind
extraneous
and wrapped
in a sun-ray

the shadows
seem still
in a moment
now held
but they soon
envelope
the hill

somewhere a soul
denies the foretold
and cries
to a page
in a book

darkness supplying
tastes of solemnity
and glimpses
of unity
all bathed
in obscurity

iridescence
ascended
to a world
beyond view

for dreams
to unfold
and life
to renew