Stream
Ivory towers,
silver spoons,
wilted flowers,
lakes and loons
Perhaps I've seen
the world from here
in my home, serene
palace of tears.
And perchance I've dreamt
to dream of dreams
of bright torment
and moonlight beams
Mayhap I'll find
a sky where I
can free my mind
to sing, to fly.
But here in white
and glowing grey,
and rippling light
and sweet decay
My sky is but
a blanket blue
to keep them shut- -
these dreams of you.