with the fall of an eyelash

In a moment’s breath
In a second’s heartbeat
  sunrays pierce billowing condensation
  and lie over shards of spring’s new grass
Shadowed and sharply lit chlorophylled blades
   taunt insects and horizons
   while morning dew teases the hem
   of a wandering soul
   lost in leftover dreams
In a gentle wind’s caress
   a haunting memory is held
Then 
with a downward sweep
   and eyes closed… but for a touch
   against a flushed cheek
A cloud stirs
   and clarity dissipates