Summer rain

Pats against window’s pain
exercise in suspended disbelief
seen through eyelet to world
silver metal clasps.
Minutia of each beings view
becomes each beings trap.
Though so wide of view some,
that illusion fails to bring enchantment
some sort of naivety shed.
Rainbow luster,
dimmed by descriptions of light-wave theory.
are you yet dreaming? are you yet being?
Sweet princess of angels,
world comes to claim thee,
to take thee away,
changed forever.
Knowing what is coming,
knowing what will be,
but still for a moment,
how precarious is seems,
tipped crystalline span of time
improvised ivy new on the vine,
subtly lost.

You were me.

(updated 8/3/16)

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