Light and dark dreams in technicolor captions, playing
On fantasy checker boards with chess pieces.
Rooks and pawns in crystal clear shapes,
Ideals of youth oozing fuzzy logic into adulthood,
Drawing in Hope’s camera obscura, phantoms
Now fading into the grey crevices of the might-have-beens,
‘Til Dawn’s dew washes away sleep’s breath,
And all life together inhales, the collective Ohm of a new day.