Now is a time when the angels dance
And a linnet's wing raises a child's glance
Now is a time when the full moon dreams
And the-ladled-sea, wildly, madly reams
Now is the time when a veil-is-drawn
And all gods' creatures shall mourn
Now is the time for soft, quiet cradled-air
Where the flowers are gathered so rare
Now is the time for the spring snow
Where footsteps transcend, never melting go.
12.08.98
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