November 18, 2012 by phicks2012
Beneath a coverlet of stars I dream
Of sailing ships with masted clouds out-blown,
That swift traverse the skies to draw abeam
Of other wonders I have never known.
My visions arc upon a rainbow’s curving
Majesty, and follow in the glow
Of violet imaginings and crimson dreams which serve
To draw my spirit, hungering, from realms below.
Then, on a mist of woodland dawn I wake
To raindrops pooled upon each thirsting leaf,
And air new-scented with each breath I take,
And panoramas widened by belief.
The forests then a thousand rainbows wear,
With sunlight prismed, and my dreams arise.
The tree are masts with cloud sails in their hair
When, waking, still I see through dreamer’s eyes.
[October 4th, 1992]