Nymphos naked nesting near
hear their harp voices
formed through dreams and depths desired
they feed on fruit and light.
Moon guides their many travels through time, a bared pendulum
swinging back and forth, breathe in every moments past, sting my thought.
Fear the weak of heart and find the kings on thrones of thorns
who rule without laws of men
Tweak their feathers, watch them fly
whisper to me in the night and give me my twilight.