There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.

May I be reconciled with Father Time and our Mother
(of Necessity) and my Cousin Chaos and may I know
How sweet Aether spawns such wonders while nary
Lifting a finger. Asking your introduction and, if needed,
Intercession to be more with fair-haired Kairos. May he
Teach me his eye ear touch and exquisite sense of time.