I will perhaps...dream of Plains
where eagle's wing cleaves high thermals...

Before Day's Dawning
in my landscape of living...

Did I see an angel dancing
there beyond the cedar's shadow...

This quiet moment awaits us all
there on the threshold of our tomorrows...

Will you stand here
Where the blood vows given...

There were two crescent Moons hanging
caught in the shadow of Venetian eyes...

Beneath a sky of dull stars
the villages of the plain...

I awoke this day
following restless slumbers...

I stand now cold on the World's stage
facing this great sky of lights...

Swift (Haiku)
Spearing down the wind...