Written In A Sleep

Written In A Sleep

I always see and am tempted to steal
that giant needle on your tools-board.
Such a big nose that can hold hundreds of strands of silk
flowing from the moon and brought by her beams
straight to land on earth.
Rainbow colors shine and refract in a spectrum
all the possible hues
of love and hostility
from the cold invisibility
to the red hot intensity.
What will the stitches when tightly held
 look like on the fabric of the patched up quilt?
Somnambulantly bright
and streaking lines of moonlit paths
under the bridge which we might one day walk

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