Deceleration Dream

DECELERATION DREAM Again, to bend like a reed when a tiny bird finds it and so to stay for a sparkle-moment that loses itself on the sun’s dial and the moon’s arc-journey across the night to relish a rainbow hue of savoured word-births untinged by tickled ears to breathe sweet, sweet hay born of harvest-sun’s heart and soothed by mother-moon’s grace to wrap my smiles in the glee of infinite blue forever-skies with little laughing fluff-bubbles of suspended cottonwool to sew my seeds of joy-labour in microcosmic detail-delight and sleep my silvered restoration until vibrant morning-light all this wonder storm-free in the comforting cocoon of cool-shaded solitude on a simmering summer day all this untamed treasure unrushed unblemished is Heaven’s bliss.