If life were ever firmer yet

and i were in that place

where gentle light allowed

itself to shine upon my face

i in turn would swivel round

and grace its beams with bite

of slender slivered solitude

in spectrum of sweet night

playing strings of fallen sun

in tunes yet to be thought

twirling wide in dancing hope

of dreams which never caught

And hand in hand wed skip on in

soft fingers clutched as lace

in wildflower solitude

set free in loves embrace..