I saw a dancer, seductive
Trail-blazer, paint a picture
Of the future; in the future

There were silvered swans
Gliding the surfaces of mirrors,
Dragons spewing sunset

Into the sky. Later, the moon -
Distant dream-fellow, will rise
Above a plane of promises.

But the dancer tripped and fell,
I was reminded the stars are cruel
To reach with lesser fuel

Than is needed, imagined
Only in a dreamer's desperation
To depart an insensible nation.