Jewelled Runnings

Whirring of wings and bright things passing by

Pictures in shivers of fast beating hearts

Taking in the hill song, harvests of the swiftlight

Pouring through the passes of a new silvered thought

Jeweled runnings in the gladness and gifts passing by

Glimpses in shakings of sharp drawn-in breaths

Calling in the fit hurt extendings of the love~gold

Dancing through the dappled light of a new understanding

Pressings of rain and love’s weight passing by

Whispers in quivers of tight held arrows

Bringing in my sorrows pipings of the answer

Flowing through the capture of a new comprehending

For where were all the set lights, if the rain didn't come? 

And the coming of the best part, if the least bit wasn't seen?  

Could you grasp its fleeting glimpse, if its point’s left out?

Or retrieve a lost forsaking, to find a silvered treasure?