Footsteps on a dark path,
following faraway lights that shimmer on a hill--
here, then there.
And thoughts that swirl....
like runaway clouds, never to be caught
but only glimpsed,
like the passing of a secret on a warm summer breeze
or the brief shimmer of wind on water.
A whispering silence that shifts and blends,
echoing....
As misty stars follow a laughing moon,
dancing in a bright sky,
a halfway heaven
caught
in the timeless hands of the trees.
