streaking symbols shine and sparkle
it hurts to look
dance and flit turning orange
in the dropping distance
sputtered filaments not yet glowing
too early for this one
head to tail, red to black
fish soaring in spite of
or because of
no, wait, and...and
trails through the marsh
were adventure some time back
now seem small and painful
but only because the eyes
are tired
and the heart
is mired
currying favor
misplaced glory
same old story
dressed up goodbye
from both that came before
and now silent
stinging
quiet
void
it hurts to look but still i do
the shimmer beckons
siren song looking for a cove
to gather up and strike back
burst forth
turning
twisting
releasing
fall
