The Cost of Dream and Riddles

The curtain of rain shoots daggers

As sweet as a dragon’s breath in the midst of ballet.

Blazing fire, cooling “Stay With Me” into the year 2025--

Taste the burning, smell desire?  Feel the music in your bones

While Lancelot sits alone in Camelot,

Alone in Camelot.

What was Cass thinking….rain shoots feathers light in flight!

And the books teach us riddles that nobody knows.

Tradorisity is the means of flowers feeding the sun

The blue tree of dream does nothing for me

It does nothing for me.

But ovens will one day bake without asking

And clothes will wash without thought,

Will cars ever wave to the masses

Standing with trunk and hood in order?

Smooth words will flow from lips amongst the silent

With alacrity alarming no one and every one in Haven.

Gwen reads love letters of an anonymous nature,

Ich höre dich,     wenn dort mit dumpfem Rauschen I hear you,     when with a dull roar Die Welle steigt. The wave surges.

The good ship Secrets whispers loud, “I hear!  I see!” Yes, they only have five, we have only three But that is enough, said the grass ripe with life Do you know where the blue tree grows? Circle up the wagons, pumpkins...

Dotter strums a guitar with Oden in the middle of Moon’s waning

Glory shadows dudes and pretty girls on pointe

And Lancelot will fly, through daggers of rain.

--Ms. O