The night is wide-spread
as an interlude that teases me
with its high quality moon-set sonatta.

Almost without pulse,
I'm lured in by temptation
..............that I cannot quell.
This dream surrounds me with its spectrum of blue:

circled with white dew.
And with its breathless zeal,
I remain tame for a moment
.......................taking in my surroundings:

earth and her friend performing a sarabande
that mimics ambrosial merry-go-rounds.
...................This is what I see,
when you ask me what lies within your eyes.