la Ciotat Cliffs

A Gorgeous moth has come to me

Way up here above the sea,

To share the sun upon these rocks

And listen to the waves that talk

Of time and space,

And gulls that face

The winds that push

The waves that rush

To turn all white

As they alight

Like a lacy gown

Upon rocks of brown,

Like milky froth

That trims the moth

Of black and brown and orange dross,

Sunning itself on golden moss;

Only us aware of time

And emerald seas and moss of lime.

A million years have passed away;

Our lives are like a moments stay;

For this moth and me

Who shares this sea

And a moment in eternity.

Cy, 1986?

Cy, 1986?