Next day

A raspberry stain on horizon's hem slowly melts into orange sherbet then is washed away into the blue sea of sky 
Cloud suds are now all that remain on the vast ocean of day spreading out before the eye
Sun's flame chases frigid shadows, thawing all that is removed from the icebox of night
Leftovers from yesterday's meal, crumbs from a previous day brown in wakeful blight

What is a butterfly dream and what is waking state Chuang Tzu once asked his monks
The answer came from water in a bucket thrown from a follower standing by their bunks
Awakened, eyes opened, the enlightened one looked to the water thrower and said
You have answered the question without words you will take my place when I am dead