Eve.

                                                                                    "I met a lady in the Meads
                                                                                    Full beautiful, a faery's child
                                                                                    Her hair was long, her foot was light
                                                                                    ... her eyes were wild--    

                                                                                    "And there she lulled me asleep..."
                                                                                            --John Keats

Whenever turquoise Evening runs
across frondescent wealds
& far flowers like skeletons
encircling fields

a young man makes his way into
the wide-spreading tall grass
and rues there by the meadow-rue
the sands of Th'Hourglass

when cherry-coral twilight
drowns in th'glistening sky
at intimation of Night
by th'birds' lullaby

th'girl-child of the forests comes
and lulls him to love
spurting through the chrysanthemums,
chasing the mourning-dove

till Dawn's polestars intrude
into their even play:
She softly weeps and then eludes
th'postulates of Day

while weary he seeks a return to home:
Yet from the leafage/wreath
is heard her Song: Onwards let's roam!
Death starts where pursuits cease...

And as he makes his way to answer her
The guardians of The Dark: attack!
brutally committing Murder
then silently drawing back:

The beryl Gloaming starts to boil
again with splendid spray.
The girl-child hunts the forest soil
for other prey

whenever turquoise Evening runs
across frondescent wealds
& far flowers like skeletons
encircling fields