dour and unpleasant the curling 
smother rising from 
spirals’~blue

what in the day’s being 
forgotten, when is 
the sun coming 
out?

cold 
and weary the pitter-patter 
of fae little feet 
comparing
some far corner 
the girl with angel bright hair in her head dancing
it unfolds and the crowd
 wonders about her beginning
again and again 
a pirouette until
 the pond 
dissolves
all 
doubt

our dreams hold true in the unending blue of a weeping sky
I hold you precious smile in my mind’s-eye, hidden
a secret of my own to keep
no longer just a dream
are we together
one in 
wakefulness
one in 
restful sleep

the clouds form fanciful things
and with unbridled passion she blooms into 
song
it is of curious beauty she sings
and with him by her side it shouldn’t take 
long

The day of Awakening after twilight’s somnolent crawl
tomorrow’s vision is asked for, 
as I hear her calling unto me
a glance held longer for you are all I see