Un-Named ...

The little fly was tied with care

From slips of bright fibers bound together with hope and silk

It fell onto the water like a whisper

Flirting briefly with its currents

Before slipping beneath the mirrored surface

It's brightness sank into deep darkness

The cool waters carrying it to a place

Beneath a ledge of stone and mosses

The currents teased and pulled at the fly

Until at once the pull changed form

To one pulsing and alive

It's source revealed itself in time

In haloed spots and marbled lines

The bright fly tucked neatly

In the crease of a blackened jaw

With sides that sparkled like jewels

That now lay cold and wet

By hands content to hold

It's beauty for but a moment ...