the gardens at night
full radiant moon lights
walking paths through flowers

tired. rest. lay down to the deep conversation
of the night-birds song
and water flowing, lightly streaming

lull to sleep - consciousness drifts, shifts

a new world
vibrant blue
the sun rises
bright white birds flying over the water
She is there
Eurydice
laying upon the sands of time
on the beach of consciousness

the clouds cover the sun
swirling, menacing
wind whistles into howls
water awakens

What does she look like?
I can hardly tell - she's being torn apart
But I can hear
"Orpheus"
as her last grain flies away

all is lost
to the eddies in the water