The Poet's Dream
WHEN the waters of the sun
Fall on the flaming sea
When the desert rose is one
With the snow sipping bee
All that our senses now shun
Time's alchemy will free
On the coral shores of night
The ghosts of fish shall wake
And offer incense to the light
That gives them bread to break
From the singing shells with wings
An artist's eye shall peer
With violin hands for strings
And a poet's ear
Then white silence like a nun
Shall lift her long white sleeves
And shake the treasures she has spun
From dreams whose thread she weaves