LANDSCAPE

Less a glance, more a vision
as frail as filigree glass
spun from mist and moonlight
and unsung promises
vague and veiled:
in there, somewhere,
in futures frail as gossamer,
a vision more or less.

Less a vision, more a vignette
traced in feather-light lines
and delicate delineations
of indicant possibilities
and hazy hints of hope:
in there, somewhere,
in folds of shadows shaded grey,
a vignette more or less.

Less a vignette, more a picture
blocked out in spectral hues
subtle-shaped and sculpted
fragments of heart and soul
in fixed and finite forms:
in there, somewhere,
in incandescent rainbows,
a picture more or less.

Less a picture, more a landscape
pristine and cascade pure
scaling peaks of ecstasy
and joy in verdant vestal dells
of dew-moistened moss:
in there, somewhere,
in scent of sea and sweet brown earth,
a landscape more or less.

Less a landscape, more a loving
enraptured, true, and captured
entwined in intimate exaltation
of deep desire and breathless passion 
friendship fond and tender care:
in there, somewhere,
in tears and joy and gentleness,
amour more or less.