Late Afternoon

Take me, there is everywhere and

To the time and place where all is lost

And all is gained

Through a look, a touch, a kiss

What is more real than what cannot be bought and sold?

My heart knows nothing of my skeptic derivations

It has no use for less than wind, sea, earth, void, stars, wonder

Tell it what I may

It flies away

And between night and day

It claims there is but one truth