#18: On the Night of the Leonids
Whose dream is this
bedecked in golden boughs?
Whose dream is this
with bluebirds flitting through?
Whose dream
of sparkling water
and crystal bright silence?
Whose dream this night
of star-dazzled blackness?
Whose dream is this
raining down diamonds on rooftops
while the moon-blind world
sings in its sleep.