Transubstantiation

In his dreams, a small dog Surely becomes a fierce lion; Just as in mine, I become The rare Abyssinian blossom Rumored to bloom only once, In a dozen desert springs, enclosing But one fragrant sip of nectar~ Redolent with complicated aromas From every other of natures delicacies; Enough to preserve your life Till you find that cool slaking pool. Although my vision is a mirage, Since I am no rare bloom at all, Change happens most inconspicuously When it is at its most humble beginnings; As the most lowly element, to diamond turns, So do the most fragile, implausible visions Become incarnate, even as that one singularity Blossomed into love unimaginable.