Green Revue

Gently she floats
From the heavens
Into my waiting hands
A feather, a golden sheen
Walk, my friends
Upon the unworn roads
Into the living light
The benevolent sunrise

These moments
As they seem
This treasure of
Immortal dreams
The darker memories
Forever fading
In the light of
Nostalgic dreams

A tenuous grip
Though it may be
On bonds of
Fearsome fragility
In an age of hearts
Of quick-fixed shards
She sets my
Soul free