Faint moons light droplets
Crisp and brisk. See your call.
Tendrils uncoiling the feather’s sheath.
Snow roses strained and toil;
Turned their falls,
Ushering wisps and suns.
Gurgling, bubbling dews. Frothy clouds and mosaic mists.
That verdant shaft beams fro and toward.
“I dreamed this.”
— Oh? What did You dream?
“I dreamed these.”
— Wrestle with glances, coy Your thoughts be.
Begone, your doubts, to how you’ve seen
Come, lead before us
Your Dream glimpses keen.
Fire so lovely, lighten one’s sheen
— “I’m warmed here tonight. Tomorrow’s Your dreams.”