Fashioning a Doublet

A Moment for Us

The empty room; the crowded mind;
the wish to leave the one behind.

And is the leaf to end begets?
The tree, the branch cry “no regrets!”

Lifted, twisted, tilt and lilt,
Toward skies of gold, dipped and gilt.

The mountain knows, the trees discern,
A child of earth attempts to learn.

To cast without a circle drawn,
Once Were Witches, forever gone.

And so we go away from Now,
Not fixed: betwixt what is allowed.

To Future’s End, a toast to Time
Unstuck abstract, adrift sublime!