The shadows flit across my room
as many falling leaves as once were stars

Wind circles about me and I it
in frenzied dervish

Color vibrates seemingly

I hug Time

Clouds scurry alit aloft
moving too fast

Above earth’s patch-quilt
immersed in the gulf-stream

In somber altitude

With a single tug on the hope
I untether

Below my shadow across my room
left behind fallen stars

Chagall 2017