Dream King

To whose face holds the secrets of mind,
The slant of sunlight in the peripheral eye,
The ingenuity to exude this haunting light
Into cool letters absent the limits of sight.
Like lily-pads sleeping in restless fishponds,
Are your eyelids when dreaming in charm of the gods;
The moon & her fiction, never seeing the end,
Romance the poise of earth for the bends
Of travel as you search for triads in air,
In nightingale’s solo & mystical flair,
While sunbeams have shifted in no need of home,
To the axis of an original tone,
Where universes are born by the opus of hand,
Creation has a king to withstand!