Momentary
comes on the dusk
last mayfly flash of youthful beauty
linger blink
before
the first petal falls
where I see thee
calling
calling
my calling
calls
comes on the dusk
all slippy sidle slinky sashay
with this final sinking
incandescent rage
do not go gentle
into that good night
this norse ship lamp
and fetching light
playing
so bright
against the dark
comes on the dusk
the lengthening thickening spikes
of shadow snare
herewhere darkness blurs
and begins to blow
thar she glows
last post
as whispers on the breeze
this
is mortality
this
is the day to sieze
with twisted clarity
of fleshly lusts
the mezzanine
of mizzen me
stirring
where I see thee
calling
calling
my calling
calls
comes on the dusk
the magical mischief hour
as night becomes you
sneaky glower
on the east
we these ships
passing promissory
promising merry merry
and ne'er enough
cover
for the weaker parts of me
lost to the sea
comes on the dusk
where I see thee
beckoning long
again
and again
a mayfly blink
momentary
and gone
my reluctant muse
homeward shone
as dusk comes
on
Rick Dove (c) 2016