These moments cascade upon one another

Here at shepherd's dusk, in a valley without echo, I listen for you. With a frayed longing, I hear your shadow voice whispering within me from far away.

I grasp at what is left of this husky sun lying golden upon the upper meadows of lodge pole and bear grass.

I gather the last remnants of the evening's breeze, so cool and lazy within my arms, feeling it curl up like a small and innocent kitten.

And I see that behind a cloak of clouds, dalliance suits the canting moon.

Suddenly I do not wish to lose another moment,

And I covet all pristine light.