My Interpretation of Poetical Ideas, Messages, Information and Resources.

In a dream

Night
unfurling gentleness
the welkin
like a cloistered lake
the wind surging
a new moon
angling thoughts
awaiting a dream
to sketch a flower
and a fox
two different plots
kneaded into one
the canvas lost
when paints were mixed
and washed by a garden hose
when the first light
shone.

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