Ephemeral

They met at dusk
the senseless mime
and spoke the riddle
of the time

The river wide
the current slow
A story told
an age ago

The stars were bright
the moon was low
they cast their soft
deceitful glow

The grass was soft
the air was sweet
they breathed it in
but didn't speak

The music light
too soon to tell
a wasted wish,
a shallow well

A flower blooming
for the night
can stay content
until first light

Its petals fold up
with the dawn.
They took their things
and carried on.