Nocturnal images explode
and implode as a fixated
date to date
prevalent
survey
of
my
adopted
deep slumber
The conscious

incongruent
purgatory
of a limbo
realm
calling
, lucrative,
The Subtle and The Sublime end
The everchanging Translucent
Glass, Chalice Filled
With Water
A Non
Firey
Borghes
Steppen             steps
Upon vibrant villa's grass
Soulful children let out
Finally—To play
In the Garden

For Grey-green eyes
Young maiden gathers
Pens and pencils to
Leave traces in Time
To draw a route where Thou
Travel