leave behind lock and law and clothes
to fabricate a dream of suppose while
you doze...
Its St. Johns night;
A field so fairly strewn with starlight
can hurt to be so bright!
You strain to see a pinpoint red kite
against the darkest blue night,
appearing somehow inside
your sight; what is light?
or rather, who?
j sauriol 2006 www.ditsansoucy.com