To arrive at the edge of the universe
Placing light in children anew with intelligence.
Hands of slight, making feet of night
Slow the moon. With time to dance,
Slender fingers gallop the wind, sending mirrors
Splitting on both sides.
With time that changes,
Serious thoughts can occur.
With chances that an eagle’s vision is love of light in rain,
the clouds dwindle pure enchantment
to the wise elders in the sky of heaven.
Deeper in water, I wait.
Shadows follow me, sinking beneath the moon.
My obliviation blurs the folding of thoughts into reality
provoking eternal flames into the walls.