Fragments from Small Hours

In the dark of a star's shadow
The unsinkable, single tune
Of a sunny day in a meadow
Spent dreaming with the likes of you
Brings back the whole gold afternoon.

On the deck of another riddle
Strolls the unthinkable, shrinking hope
Of ten thousand days left to whittle
Into words, lacking songs, for boats
Floating down dawn's heliotropes.