Change

And so the dew was passionately kissed
by the moon,
and woke up with her sweet tears
rolling down their blades.
And when the sun burned,
it burned a thousand prisms
of peacock plumes into the wake
of its crystal chariot.

And so the magician weaved
the threads of his tapestry
across the rippled waves of sundown.
And the virgin drops of faith and virtue
trickled across the sky
spotting fairie dust with
each light particle it shone.

Belief in the sunflower,
who contains one universe,
in each ebony seed.