clothed in rampant rags of reason
I wander shy in subtle seas,
in dreamers dress of flowing feathers
cloaked in sparks of dust, deceived
where voices lend to conscience rendered
subtle shells of make believe
and fragile fingers tender treasure,
tremors rope imaginations cheek
when there you rise as dancing figure
twirling mind as hair in spin,
softer than old stone remembers
secret summer of hearts in beat
3 old applause
