I think I saw a spectre
Emergent from the grass
Resplendent in an aura
Crystal clear as glass
And whether it was day or night
Meant nothing much to me
For dwelling in that vision
I had held infinity
The sky usually so discordian
Became a dome as one
A grid of interlocking flowers
In interstices colour runs
The spectre winked and disappeared
As quick as sprightly fawn
I rubbed my head and went to bed
Dismayed for she had gone
But there was no real reason
To lament losing her divinity
For she had secretly imparted
Some of her cosmic creativity
It nestled deep inside my heart
And waited patiently to hatch
And express itself in romping art
Where our two souls attach