Moment

Fractured light

swans along the hills,

Leaps and ebbs

like feathered fire.

Knee deep in wooded awe, 

we peer into the lapis haze above.

Divine artist, roaring 

down the corridors of time

burning cold as serpent's scales,

Your hands, your brush, they crackle.

Touch you, and we burn;

Look on you, we stay.

You charm us with your song,

Asking nothing for our passage 

but our love.