Fire Lanterns

they were young and laughing easy running free in careless ways casual with sunlight molten flared with open faces small princes rode in barley fields wading in clear rivers pouring years of life as I watched slow older vision, elder tongue days lowered like gauzy veils mazy sunlight, dusted broken through falling leaves and broken branches to walk, to run to join the circle I'd be shining copper in the sun moments left on sparrow'd wings looking down on them and some liquid in their trust floating like fire lanterns on blue black skies burning heaven with purest throats plasmatic in their youth but agon calls with beckoned creep time turned, shadow’s glance sweeping years like saharan wind all just faces motes blown by as tenor cries fade down the glade nodding, given charon’s due slipped away back to that glen run on pathways shining new.