all roads

gather me up some stars
sprinkled from your eyes
beckon forth the little sighs

should all roads disappear but one
then leave while i am sleeping

these hours watching from windows
play music without autumn
the scripting of light
moves ever so slight
wherever i sit today

hands go thru glass
and dreams thru you
whatever passes as chance
also passes for thuth

may i tumble
may i call
may i find you at all.

rubie stone at 11:56 AM, 0 microdots