Rustling nights

a ripple of time's promise
left behind
for willow-branch fingers
and moonlight hair
something older beckons

Broken glass
a sieve for truth
still-life in real-life

in whisperlove
with sunsetman
wanders too close
and loses herself
in the brilliant fading light


was it worth it?

She trails a 'yes'
behind her
as she dies in glory

(the end is always best
if you choose it yourself)