Liquid:
Melting. Flowing. Running.
As the clouds that shroud
The sea from the stars in the cold night
Melt in the dawn light
To become the dew that dampens the sand
That claims the mark of my foot
That vanishes in the flow of the rising tide,
So am I:
I run
Without a trace
Along the edge of dreams
I would, but cannot, claim:
Everywhere, nowhere,
And cool with spent passion,
They belong to a dawn
That makes use of them.

One Single Impression