some nights are dream-ravaged,
a fold in time, an island floating
on the planet's edge about to fall off
without a trace,

but each day my journey starts
in the green raiment of a brooding hill.
it starts with faith, whistling up the wind
across a deciduous dark, and in my window

there is a summons to unreachable light.
wildflowers tease, then plead to be alone
among the shadows, waiting
for a warmer solstice

and specks of small hopes are sparkles
on a jade sea, bright beings in a dreamful life,
a life in which i am what i seek,
a dream in which even without the sun,

i am sun-blessed