Reverie
From close by I behold them:
Deftly turning above the surface,
Gliding in and out of it,
A blur of bluish-purple.
Blending with the sky.
Honey-hued skin beaded with water
Catching the afternoon sun
Glowing with transient diamonds
In beauteous evaporating evanescence
The naiads take their leave.
© Arthur Turfa, 2014
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