Candle-Wax-Sky

Pellucid blue-eyes, whoever told you to-be-wise? Whoever said you could dream beyond the Moon, lit, monolithic, midnight-skies Drink-the-midnight-curtain of sleep Into these waking hours Where dreams can sublimely, creep -Around like a carnivorous green-flower Like a sun spider sunning on a rock Like a worm in the Pippin of an eye Looking-down from a Candle-wax-sky. Whoever said? It would be easier to dream. Whoever said? That those darker blankets of velvet-red Eventually, wouldn't come calling to cover Your miserable maudlin flower- Stem-head; with the blooded-thorns of a rose bed.