Ephemeron Poem by Barry Middleton

love came down from the hills
from the secret lake of dreams

she was dressed in white silk
like the dogwood of her valley

her laughter was celestial music
a jubilation never heard before

her dance enchanted the night
streaming with a hiss of steam

her touch was gentle percussion
the sibilant brush of a heartbeat

in her green eyes was the spring
her kiss was a warm sweet berry

to go to those hills again is death
beside a verdant lake she waits