In the lush green
dream night,
bruised and stained
by the sweet chase,
we get to that
mysterious place,
that Daisy’s pier
in heavenly space
to find the blue light
is only a ghost,
a glimpse of dying star,
a sinister dream,
parasite
to our host.
We shake our fist at this, unfair,
ignoring the starry night,
the cooling air.
Burning with anger,
but we have no case,
trying to weave paradise
from a shallow place.
