sleep baked thoughts resting comfortably on velvet cushions.
indulging in memory of the one who bravely cried n danced in ecstacy.
of tales told in reddish gleam :
of nightly circeling, of burning feet and moon in eye, of sunheart
and moves like cat, of head between books and lazy bone,
of river tongue and deep as lake
all present and not
all past and evermore
and thoughts fall back to velvet rest