Dreams

I watch the revolutions of the horizon

with an instinctive knowing

that such a thing is an education

in being and growing.

As dawn expands in my heart

and mind, in a design

composed in champaign

and emerges in fully formed art.

In a day scanned by butterfly

wings, over colored petal

things, with an indomitable

will – Integral to a back drop of sky,

Perfectly pristine, baby blue

thing, pulsating behind the

wing shaped mirage where the

butterfly vanished, true –

In a space haze of Heisenberg

uncertainty, certainly

a window to those in the know,

to see where this all will go.