The Dying Sun
(my late afternoon impression)
The light leaks through folds of gauze,
as spreading pools bleed into the shadowed grass.
The moon prepares to cast her winding sheet.
Lady in the water- a haunting piece by James N. Howard
This is love:
to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First to let go of life.
Finally, to take a step without feet.- Rumi