In channels long since worn and lost
and damp with dew in lingering light
the truant memories soon return
imbibed the scene and hour in dreams.
A place to dance with mystic joy
to notes that rise in furtive winds
ascending the empyrean
where reconstructed worlds reside.
Within the realms of heavens arms
excursive instincts soon foregone
the images with broken wings
fall back to land with early light.