…and in the instant Summum Light had broken – shattered –
myriad gold and silver elements poured down
and clear it was – to all who saw – that nothing mattered
save the glow that fell like snow on countryside and town
so by the woodland stream that slaloms ‘cross the dale
we paused and waited – silent – by their strange oak door;
we stayed and stayed and prayed – we knocked to no avail –
The Little Ones had gone, I fear, forevermore.