First Glimmer

First glimmer,

a song in the dust,

a portal, a beckoning, a lover

in time for the first of the final dances.

And we are the calling

back and forth through the web.

And we are the Great Dance.

And buildings pass

into and out of us

wrapped in fine threads of old

stories, threadbare beautiful myths

holding up the structure of our dreams.

And from within this gleaming we emerge

shining, tall and growing,

picking apples

and walking among the trees.