sensing
no one
nothing
nowhere but here
now this is dancing
a pebble lighting
upon a sleeping pond
a ripple wading
to the shores
of reason
of marvelment
of sav’d optimism
songs of fair skies
of fresh faces of love
for her own Tomorrow
were then We there
at first season’s weaning
when yawn’d and stretch’d a microstar?
night with day to grace
and serenade glacial clouds
whose joy wept over thalassic plains
and bless’d loftiest peaks with child
from Eden
to her tributaries
to now?
so shall We be
though Time be drown’d
in Her foreverness
no, a universe
in itself
th’ offspring of aeons
such wonder
such beauty
to hold and behold
pray, forever and a day
Darning Needle
his realm to survey
to muse over the marvel
enfolding his senses
till arouses his wings
and the real dragon
within himself
