nightflight

Winged things and skylit dreams,
   The past is in the cellar
A full fog night with neon bright
   moon glowing, how to tell her

That listen once and tell it twice
   shows gold inside a minute
And island girls with skirts a'swirl
   know, soon enough, they're in it

We missed in May that misty fray
   where lovers tangled sweetly
But sure as death one long last breath
   can bring it forth completely

The stranger change that fled downrange
   in progress, far from finished...

Was me and you, or maybe both
and like some twirling gypsy moth
with moonlit mountains down below
I know we're flying, but where to go?

copyright 1996 - jem moore