A white fire illuminates the shore of the stone lake,
                                              -a lake long forgotten.
Dear Silver Lady, will you accompany me tonight?
                 Let's sculpt until it's blue.
Listen to the red-orange whispers of the sky's sunset,
                   The sun's sock drawer
     In the
          Davenport of muddled hues,
    Composing the
Night sky that's ripped from yesterdays yellowed newspaper.
                  The moon re-gifted us
    A star.
                  I still visit there
                  From time to time.