in secrecy you steel yourself
prepared for dreams to come.
life passes from you, sand through glass
moment on moment, and each moment gone.
who is it lies beyond the setting sun,
sees dreams undone,
looks on upon these actors’ simple scenes
and says “well done”?
Surely, some eye inside this evening sleeps
Surely, you have only to meet that one
whose heart-key unlocks and opens your soul
into the sun.
