I don't know about the poem--but I'm pretty darn happy with how the pajaki turned out!

                    Ephemeral Bliss

Tiptoe through your precarious days.
Feel them shiver and shudder
          like soap bubbles
                    beneath the careful weight of your footfalls,
          with only their tremulous skin
                    between you and the great blank.

Watch them as they fall around you--
          a shower of spent blossoms.
Taste them melting on your tongue.
Snow.  Ash.

Hear them whispered
          like a lover's promise in the dark
Or a ditty hummed by the upstairs maid.
Feel them slip through your fingers
          like stray lint in a tub.

And you would pin a few to a card,
          classify them in clean penmanship,
Or guard this one or that
          like a tiny flame
                    balanced on a match head.
You would cup your hands 
          around its doomed struggle,
                    hold its small heat close.
You would shield some days
          from every errant breath.

Regardless--
You dangle from a forgotten twig
Spun round and round in lithe silk threads
A shroud of days
          for a groping, grasping,
                    inching thing.
A sheath that brittles to isinglass--
That cracks and flakes with every flinch
Until the whole shell of days
          finally falls away.

Leaving only memory-- 
          carefully crafted,
          meticulously painted--
                    to emerge,
 To teeter on its hair thin legs,
 To spread its tissue wings,
          and rise 
                    into the eternal blue.