In a dream I shall feel The wings of the world unfolding, and Worlds spinning on the axis of mad journeys; And the seas breaking turquoise, upon their rippled surface.
In the heart of the ears I shall hear the shivering willows, dreaming their Wood-smoke dreams, full of sap andΒ Β funneled sunlight; Pierced by light for a thousand years
And the flowers sleeping nestled in stars; Gathered in the deep, among the wood-thrushes, In coagulated violet forests, all shadowed and dark: And a whispered peace barely rustles this world.