They danced like fairies, under the lamps; <br />An unstringed mobile in a windless dawn; <br />A stream of morning consciousness swamp, <br />Etheral stillness, mesmerizing rhythm, <br />Soundless, temporary wings, under the lamps; <br />The morning star, a lone bright light, kept <br />Sentient watch over night's dissolving ramp; <br />Assembling cloud wisps into grey mounds; <br />Fragile wings in courtship attraction to amps, <br />In the quiet street enlivening the new morning; <br />Rain flies, in amber glow under the lamps. <br /> <br />(2009)<br /><br />Gillena Cox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-fly/
