A troubadour wanders
through star laden space
Absorbing new light
from destiny’s face
The truest reflection
opaque at the heart
Intrepid attacking
repelling the dark
As hope and a memory
marry within
Strings of eternity
tune on the wind
Where off in a storm cloud
the Jester forays
And wrapped in new thunder
— a violin plays
It is
what it isn’t
It looks
to unsee
Its start
unbeginning
It goes
— when it leaves
(Dreamsleep: April, 2026)