Dream Fibers

Dream threads weave,
		and like a kaleidoscope
		the image splits.
			
		I step into my eyes
		where the patterns
		repeat,
		reverse.
		I see no seams
		to hold the light
		(though an edge sings bright)
		shards of splintering scenes
		sink
		deep.
			
But dream fibers bind
		even after
		my body drifts
		back from velvet night.