Perfect vision
In cloudless artless night
Draping indigo curtains over glass carved obsidian waves
Where billions of scattered dew drops hover precariously on glimmering silk threads
Guiding sailors home
Leading north in the midst of lonely whispering forest silhouettes
Pick and ***** a pine needle through your kaleidoscope darkness
Let moonlight truth **** through its holes as a map
Of where you’ve been and where you are going
The voyage is not the first step to freedom
But the clarity to be unshackled