Windows and Waves

There is a window

Behind the moon

Where winds move

and trumpet flowers play

just beyond the frame.

Stars, you know

Dream of glass

And glass dreams

Of when it was sand

And sands dream always in the sun.

We know obsidian lizards drink

From dark fire rivers

And do not dream of anything,

but the waves move, just the same

Behind the moon so clear.

All the water that ever was

Once carried the glass

And what did it dream?

Perhaps it dreamed of us

Perhaps it dreamed of God.

Stars spring out

And spin in spirals,

Or so it is said

When the moon is full and blue

When the window is open.

The curve of the universe

The cat said, is a blink of an eye

An eye full of sun

With playful lashes

And a smile in its depth

So go ahead and drink         

From a glass, from a dream of sand

The water of life, so bright and clean

Skate the tempests of ether,

Like a small boat cutting through time...

...Through the million nights

Through the blink of days.

Don’t fly until you’re ready

To jump through the windows

Above the curling wave of sea.