Dance, dream, drift—
Theilibrium of light under the moonscape.
We rasp ripples in velvet skirts,
Serpentines glint in clandestine beams!
Swirling currents chant—
Echoes upon echoes upon echoes,
Hypnotic tides clasp crescent smiles,
Rise, rise, rise to the radiant rhythm!
Illusion flows as Cascade becomes Lunaflare;
Phantoms rejoice in skeins of story!
Whispering serpents, shimmering
In the langour of departed suns,
Quiet laughter clings to and casts a
Guise upon gleaming thoughts.
Shiftamos under the tidal tease.
Quatropelle the expansion, the intention.
Breach becomes breeches.
Revel in tilthing tides!