The moon loomed large in the sky that night,
Copper shafts of light filtered
Through the endless layers of rushing clouds
That ghosted ‘cross her face,
Revealing glimpses of her bright regard,
The surprise of her smile;
The girl dreamed of slender trees,
Their pale fingers reaching from grassy isle
To water-color sky, delicate green touch
That sang with the breath held inside her;
She dreamed of a diamond,
The heart of a star deep in the cold pewter expanse,
Born in the fires of the universe beginning,
Dancing itself into facets
Beyond all sense of time;
She dreamed of a cave full of water and light,
The motes of Another’s thoughts
Rising like fragments of gold,
Like glittering new snow in the lights of a town,
Like the particles of her own dreams
Written and sung beneath the beaming
Of that slowly spinning
Brightly shining
Beneficently eyeing orb