Threads of starwind web

wrap around his spacious dreaming

He cradles his wide eyed sentinel

   her golden tendrils soothe in gentle rise and fall

         of sleeping breath

Commissionaire of fools and moons

wingfolded and halo slipped

He rests in God's good grace in liminal drift

             and wake of dream ships

  that sail the night trade winds

that bring a precious cargo towards the shores of day