Out the corner of my eye
I saw the ember of a firefly.
But for a split instant before
I thought it was a faery
come to tell me something.

     ...funny how mind is.

Against the dark a jet streaks by 
like an alien craft 
or is it an alien craft streaking like a jet?

     ...funny how mind is.

A single blade of grass
stands out in the field 
of my perception.

What trickery.
Who hid all the rest?

I stop to listen to a symphony of noise
that noises in angelspeak.
It's carried softly in the wind,
spoken from trees,
from rocks and slender grass...

Angel tongue. Angel fire.
Angel rhyme rhythm 
rhyming everyone all at once 
in the midst of ever clear.

A shadow waves good-bye at the time of departure.

        ... funny, who knew?

The wind blew leaving no clues
and an amnesiac ocean shrugs.

A wave swallows 
yet another castle made of sand
as darkness puts out the last firefly spark.

Everyone has gone and I've forgotten,
 now who is left to remember an erased memory?