Fay Slimm.

Unreal.

 

 

Unreal.

 

Shadowy movements of ethereal
music play nebulous games
with the moonlight\'s white fingers
atop an unreal lake-scape .

 

Tonight diaphanous curl of filmy
grey smoke whispers its
journey along water\'s dark face in
slow-paced limpidity.

 

Time stands still while stars dance
like tiffany dew
on a blackening trout\'s fishy back
with myriad translucence.

 

Dappling water mistily pictures
the sickle\'s glowing shape
of half-seen gauzy luna lantern
trying to flicker again.

 

Clouds melt and I gaze entranced
as the yellowy ghost
of a flimsy late butterfly passes 
in silence so closely.