And in my dreams I visited
A vintage land of the finest art:
An empty space made majesty
By that introspect eye within mine heart.
As the fiery mural muted itself
To a haze of omniscient red,
Old Man Moon shook out his master plan
And laid it on his bed.
Black with lack of light it shone,
Brighter than day had e’er seen,
Enrobing all that stood alive
With speckles of that mystic sheen.
Blinking down, the twinkling lights
Were stars in the dark, it seemed to me.
But that night sky was deeper still,
Intricate more than e’er I’ll be.
