Somewhere someone stands by twilight.
A short road mazing 
to sleeping or waking
confuse, confound, spiral, snake
it will mysteriously, magically, suprisingly
consciously or not
be taken.

For the moment there is time.
Shadows merge in air calmed.
Not immune to absent charms,
whistle slow the breathless notes of memory.
Or feel future promise, but crooked, tempt.
Sudden, sensed, a click of the fingers,
the inevitable steps taken.