Flowing black gossamer
Lays thin over a
Well-worn life.
Today is a beautiful one.

Gliding past the street lamps
As they flicker in the presence.
Shapely figures dance
Across the breast to
A soft ballad from above.
Tonight is one to remember.

Brushing strands of corn
Silk from tired eyes.
They glitter with the
Desirable Flame.
Tomorrow will never be forgotten.

Reach for the stars
From the ground below
Earthen creations.
As the dust settles from
Labor, so shall it soon
Dissipate.
Nothing, is forever.