Where zebra dance Pale moondrops break the great divide.
Decadent shrubbery gives way To the rhythmic pattern of hooves And the ground is alive and fluid.
The air is thick with childhoods odor, Maturityβs complexion held at bay As thoughts pure and simple Make fantastic again What had become unremarkable.
In a hidden bit of forest Only zebra could know Pale mushrooms grow as artifacts Of the seeds that we have sewn
Reminiscent paths of the things that might have been With lacy tendrils weave intricate loops through the air As striped bodies leap in holy communion Writhing in glory to the nights ephemeral song.