MSDMAOF EC057A noise disturbed deep night
rinsing slumbering cloak of peace
in my wake I almost see
the outline of you beckoning
come out to the moon
you sign
dancing in peals
incomplete and ethereal
with crooked smile
turning your feet across
the epiphany of carpet
checkered in fistfuls of
left over dream
what you think you see
is uncertain and irregular
touching magic between
there and here
as time can lisp
and places exist
that are not with day
fully real