Girl on a swing ...

You come in colours of dawn to walk the dream ground,
dewy and mazed.
Riding on your swing,
to and fro .. to and fro!!!!
Until you disappear before our eyes in a blur.
You, the girl on a swing.

And we walk these grounds too
deep within the heart of the rotting darkened undergrowth
to a unicursal maze generation algorithm
that has no dead end.

It spins before us in space
curled and coiled
in snake-like loops.

You come in the cloak of night to walk dream ground,
dewed and mazy.
Swinging to and fro
on the end of a rope
Until we appear before your eyes
as the dawn breaks
Still and lifeless.

Girl on a swing.