shadows, one by one
fall lightly
as a fragile drape
natural as clouds afloat
on a damp dawning at sea
when sky and waters melt into each other
like paint...
[vivid rain]
wind-up dance steps on a symmetrical beat
swoops the willows off their feet
while swaying in circular moves
now they are free
i cannot contain my joy
observing the scene
painting this in a dream, with another dream
must i cease?
the dancers stop
and resume the routine
'straight from the top'
...
the looking glass seems blurry [?]
"let your mind re-paint that"
