Cocoon 

    our love is a drop of water falling
        a cube of ice in a glass of gin
            a puff of smoke
    like the mist of my breathe on a cold night
        reflecting the light of eternal stars
            as it fades into the void

    our love is the flight of the sun
        from dawn to dusk
             darkness to darkness
     like a meteor streaking across the horizon
         never seen if we blink
             or look the other way

     our love is a flake of snow
         landing on my warm hand
             never my possession
     like a moonbeam i can not catch
         and hold it glowing
             through my fingers

     our love is a cut rose
         a candle burning
             a memory fading
     like the last dance of a fish on dry land
         or
             if heaven be kind
         an egg hatching
 a cocoon