When we see we are growing old

It is there, in the strong light, when we see
we are growing old.

Loneliness is a glance over a darkening lake.
Let's play kiss chase.

I send my looks deep into the willow tree.
Grope me there. I am your Snow-white.

Break my cold lips into tiny sunsets
cups of pale moonlight, silent waterbirds.

Give me a second chance. I will ride
your swan, its feathers the fluff of dreams.

I am naturally lonely. I cannot stop
fondle you in the darkness.

Draw me a water lily in the misty water,
a shell between my lips, pearls in my eyes.

Fly away I say,
when everything turns white.