Liquid Acrobat
Cats eyes above sea level,
night fishermen with the day's catch
watch as skimming birds dive taking their fill;
yew trees stretched branches criss-cross
patterns on the evening tide,
parallel dreams and sinewy wings rise on
heaven's call;
fluttering moments as the wind catches
the still air,
moving, pushing, falling, tumbling,
the liquid acrobat dances into the blue black night,
time slips away backwards, out of the season
from love's pure light,
sparkling like diamonds and rivers of gold.
