textured

Of whispers and bells
And dreams in their shells
with the way in night that is dark

I hear them in droves
their names and their roads
with each little question, a spark

enlighten my way
with each lasting day
the dreams that fill with wonder

as this is my best
just as the rest
fears I have wrought asunder

I feel in the frost
The work and the cost
The textures of my terrain

Floating wishes I see
If they are to be
In this Dimension again

Like something violet and blue
And gracefully new.
Their seems another way

And I look to the east
Searching for peace
And the coming of a new day