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