~ Stone colours dream to sleep ~
Pools left from giving clouds reflect where their path started.
Gazing an ancient rhythm of the between held on this moist ground.
A stone calls my sight to be noticed how beautiful she is,
this earth shines .
My memory takes away today,
this dream unfolds a circle of dreams from past suns,
moons drawn ń spent across different skies.
Evoking another dream,
dreamed from another sleeping night.
This sky slowly colours the orange of fall, leaves tender between blends of pewter clouds moving somewhere below the hidden sun.