Something A'foot

 

Cathedrals of sand

 

center light's flow

 

crossing common sense

 

to thresholds below

 

 

Silent beneath

 

the Jailor's numb gates

 

luminaires work nimbly

 

to quicken the wake

 

 

Not to frighten the beast

 

sleepwalking profound

 

they throw seeds of light

 

where its soul touches ground

 

 

like flowers before

 

the wedded troupe's flight

 

with magical scents

 

of future delights!

 

 

 

Jrm - October 1987