DAY DISSOLVING
Falling waters,
thread white,
tumbling.
.
from that small distance,
the wheeling raven,
soundless.
.
So woven together
are the layers of the day:
a plaid of wind ripples the lake surface,
as if it were about to say something.
.
we shall dissolve
from light
into light.
.
slowly, slowly
down the side of Y Garn
roll clouds
mixed with sunlight.
.
the view
slides sideways
and is erased.
there is a new silence
that comes
just before the rain.
.
this season-
a balance point
clustered at branch tips.
.
we shall dissolve
from light
into light.
.
on dark smudged slopes,
the shout
of purple heathers.
a scree of broken moments,
small enough
to commit to memory.
.
falling waters
woven together.
moments such as these
make and melt worlds.
.
we shall dissolve
from light
into light.
—
simonhlilly 
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