Ever-cast

Dusk strums the waning wisp of day

And folds its faded fringe away

Bronze, amethyst and misty-gray

Into the melting pot of Past

Where deep and deeper blues soft-meld

Until the little lilt we held

Is nothing save the verse we spelled

As moments become Ever-cast 

This weight of gold we hold a bit 

Before the moon and stars are lit

Above the echoing of it

Is something we cannot bind fast

For even with our fingers clenched

We turn to see the heaven's drenched 

With that which slips away unquenched

Entwined in eons Ever-cast

Janet Martin~

...but the slipping away of it was a stunning surrender,

Back to the Hand that granted it, merciful and tender