A dream awake
In days of yore
The grass waved in ribbons
Summer moonlight like snow
Leaves on trees above
Murmured
Casting shadowed harmony
Drinking radiance thirstily
The sentinel, Morghan
Obedient and still
Kept watch of
Poet dreams and lives foregone
And the gossamer diaphanous
Threads of our hearts
Through deeper mystical arts
Did forever empassion us
Small Burdens 