Sleeping of You

Crisp and clean

A dream, a dream

A fob, a fib

A scream, a scream

A gift, a gab

A gleaming stream

Runs through and through

To the edge of blue and blue

In the distance an object soars

Brilliant round, a golden orb

A silver ribbon emerges thus

Stretching higher than it must

Coming to rest in a curving cusp

To gently nest on the nape of us

From the vale alertness peaks

Drowning out all that speaks

Beads of light become reflections

Finding their ubiquitous positions

Gazing up, gazing down

No sound, no sound

Flowing back, flowing forward

No ground, no ground

Drift and dream