Strange Song

I'm oft apt to linger
In the lazy half dawn
Where eternitiy whisper's
Its breeze of strange song

In soft truthful sighs
All its secrets unfold
Releasing all lies 
To the pink golden dawn

It's says...I do not exist
I am old myth of old
I am now in this moment
Look no further...behold

I am all in this moment
For no other exits
Though, when breath fails
to kiss you
I shall be your last wish

M P 24/4/22