Diamond Dreams

A ruby-raspberry sun 

setting red on sloping hill 

making maroon to the heavens above, 

drizzling damask on dusk. 

And quietly, the head does roll 

at midnight's stroke, on soft pillow 

dreaming what of wanting dreams; 

elusive things, as I perceive. 

And like floating lanterns, those dreams are freed 

straight from the skull to the sky serene 

a world above full of diamond dreams 

that are the stars of the sky I see!