Gloam answer

It was a time before peaches
When honey ran wild
Fruit bats in wing shadows
Performing acrobatic nines and fives
Languid fields yawned and groaned
Giving scores of one point o
Like some short stream, mud puddle, and pond
Bats turn to swallow for eaves
Evening amber gold honey
Chasing moonlight in firefly shadows
Groaning for hot zones unknown
Shores shoveled shells to sand
Marking way for washing ships and drying towels
Gifts made wise in old age
But not more attractive when wandering blind
Where typhoons startled and foamed

It was a time before peaches
When honey ran wild
Typhoons tickled tempests
Washing clean in soda springs
Doors dressing house sweeping floors
Sleeping ceilings cough and shake
Dreams splinter rafters some watery wake
Lips move to fake grace
Blind as oceans deep in sand
Shells open understand then shell beneath
Those coloring dreams some dark rainbow
Shells sand their birth
Faster than magnetic north breathes
To find direction

It was a time before peaches
When honey ran wild
Sky skin and sand
Sin some alternate conclusion
Solar take fire
Startling end to alpha omega
Man some sticky conclusion
False between the legs when honey ran wild
Sand into birth, join into pain
Laughing those tears to cough and shake
Wandering this and that direction
Wondering which is true north
Following that compass

It was a time before peaches


Denis Streeter 8/8/14