Dreams,
the size of sun's yoke
bursting with direct cheer,
can effect our souls-
rising to half hazy
crescents.
When we pray
for enough strength
to run the day,
we no longer need dreams
to know about love...
to trust on the right path...
to defeat shadows...
energy already gained.
Always finding
clarity
among small sincerities,
our character becomes
a vigilant angel.
