And we sat by a watery surface of clouds and sky. The stealthy gliding of branches upon slow air. The sunlight settles downward upon us in silence. Now we thrust up through grass blades and encounter, Pushing white hands amid the green. Your face flowers whitely among cold leaves.
Earth dips from under.
We are alone in an immensity of sunlight, Specks in an infinite golden radiance, Whirled and tossed upon silent cataracts and torrents. We float downward. Firefly's your name. You are evanescent. Till I am lost, as a voice is lost in silence.