I pull at dark mantle string
light went to thoughts I sing
sidelong in nights of spring
to first mourning-dove
azure deep
sleep lyrically love
dream in the garden
along the way
inside of midnight’s glove
visions dance in cloyed lilac bush
a couple of hours within mild brown sea grass lush
touched by soft hand of gentle zephyrs’ hush
and the gesture of beauty in first windflower
rest may mean all and nothing in night’s bower
all and nothing within my dream’s star shower
each is free to plead
in nights array as heaven's clear moon display
do not melt away I call out my need
absorb some strawberry flavor’s fog
dance on billowy red clouds above
curling the rise of serene mist leaves me waiting
for sweet pine trees show
whisper of love imperfect and slow
as my lovers sweetly lay the lies that laid me low
in love-songs to mourning-dove
crimson tears that lost lovers weep
rose's perfumed breath responds a sigh so deep
lying down
try to catch a breath
need to dream again
as well as flourish
within abstract
winds recuperate once more
in the early spring night I am all wonder
this within my poetic dreams
how far to the poet's next dream