Time Well

The night is riding in

just around the hill

we hear the clattering

where a flag is waving

in the wind...

a lady’s handkerchief

within the romance

of the moment

so resplendid that we sing!

children of the village

holding lanterns up

for the thrill...

all is changing

all is changed

all is change

our hearts

still palpitating

What will surface in this night?

From the black ink below the bridge

That dips and dives

Drawing secrets down,

down into it’s elusive fold

To be translated by that shadow on our backs…

The night flowers are blushing,

And pungent…

A ghost hollers up to us from

Davey Jones locker…

A whole host of fireflies

Comes alive and lights our way,

So that for an instant we can vaguely attempt

To re-trace lost steps and fall back

Into the mad ranks of the nature scene…

…Still straining to see with hungry eyes that hear!

all is changing

all is changed

all is change

and we

are pocketing it

Bunny Villaire

Mavia Villaire