sitting at the edge of a sunlight's dance,
   watching a silent, elegant trail--
  in a glistening silver chance
     far above a scholar's tale. . .

 thinking that Fridays never stay--
  an instability mirroring a once-warm embrace,
   in the haste to catch another day--
     fading into thoughts of a unseen face.

 a faint rainbow, yet unreflected
  caresses another unfulfilled dream--
    well-rehearsed and deflected,
  trickling to another lonely stream. . .