Gossamer

Photo by Peter Shanks

Beauty of a gossamer wing
Shimmering in moon lit air
It is of you I sing
A song without a snare

Gossamer floats in night air
Wind whispers it afar
I chase as fox after hare
Reaching to grasp – my face a’mar

As in a trance I follow along
In delight its beauty I long
To shine in my hand
To rest in my land