I move through drifting fog smoke rising from black vernal pools a dark spiral above tight piers of tiny boats circling fields beyond watercolor dunes cool lupine renegade poppies fiery mustard cascading i hear loves voice restless hanging reverberating in the air disturbing tones from a kabuki spring trance siberian sentencing from my mouth witness to where the silver moon flies into dreams kingdom mosaic musings awaking to my face tranquil to bliss