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