setting sun, burning dreams, fading youth, passing time:
the golden moment of life becomes prime;
dying light, dimming beam, vanishing dawn, moving tides:
a resurrection of the childish roller coaster ride.
glittering, glittering, glittering stars in the sea
only with a child’s eye which shall be seen.
Written on 3 May 2015
To the glittering fairies in deep beneath.
Portrait of Em. 