The grass grew dark beside the lake,
cooling, held in the sand, still, alive,
taking on the same blue shade now, all five:
sunset, sand, me, you, and lake.
Here in the just-lost-light, Time is caught.
The eye is not blind, yet trying to see, cannot.
Feel the meeting margins of Time and Clay; they hover.
We are one in Nature, it is our lover.
we twirl and pause,
in us a Cause
states its plan:Â "We love .... therefore we are!"
