what a flight it has been
what soaring boundless dreams
have fuelled the aspirations
of unreality
perforce must soon endure
powerless and feathered
the downward drift to earth

imagined warmth
from evening fields
cannot sustain the fading illusion
of what seemed might be

the slanting sun
heats other lands
to lift the breezes
from the sea

whilst here
a siffling spiral
yaws shadowless
ever closer
to a shrinking choice
and darkening twilight dusk



for Tom   1975nev2006