Fay Slimm.

Unreal.

 

Unreal.

 

Shadowy movements of ethereal
music play nebulous games
with light\'s lacy fingers, weaving
watery lines on sleepy lake.

Tonight diaphanous curl of filmy
grey smoke whispers its
          liquid journey along growing dim           
with fervent limpidity.

Time holds its breath to stack
essence of tiffany dew
on blackening trout\'s shiny back
in twilight\'s translucence.

Mist covers sky but above hangs
the gauzy sickle-shaped
glow of shade-blinkered lantern
trying to flicker again.

Clouds part and dome entrances
as the beautiful ghost
of a fading rainbow dances its last 
and night closes the show.