I write my name with dissolving pen
I try to fix the ink but then
It dissolves, dissolves and dissolves again.
The moment flees without a trace
Its every beat and breath a face
Ineffable offering to replace
The paltry portrait I’d embraced.
And I, the purest, clearest screen
Living mystery of the dream
Posing not as pauper nor as Queen
But resting, as the Unseen, seen.