Rays of the moon sliced these clouds into lotus leaves;
dappling leaves against the inky sky.
Stars twinkling in a periwinkle haze-
the moon like a dragon’s eye glowing through a deep blue fog.
“Oh, amethyst night, ripe with dreams!”
Dreams flying with wings of lace and dust and light
to a celestial door where Tomorrow watches and waits
for the arrival of I...
Jade Burdette, Abilene, Texas 2000