metamorphose in atmosphere of reverie
expand the shadow of willows
shapes return to rest in silence
darkness falls on the branches
empty play of summer’s soft swishing sound
souls listen for magician’s dulcet slumber
eyelids blink at foreign constellations with light year tears
they mix into the singing bay’s ebbing waters
blue views between perception and dream
warmth kept by the dark
those moments of influence like some afflatus of Pythia
catch a glimpse of the peaceful dream colonies
as you slide into her craving
pulsating sounds of the spiritual world
seem to have rhythms like harps played in the wind
in the voluptuous beauty of the night and fantasies seen