Fred Jack Amikoonsgiyamanitoumahwhingon Miles
A Painting Of A Dream
While surrounded by darkness, so my eyes can not see,
My mind reaches out, past wood plaster and beams,
searching and searching for a wonderful dream.
My dream found that sight almost too spectacular to be.
It made me look up at what it had seen,
a kind of sky that then had seemed
far too ponderous, even for me.
The blue it bore was not pale with haze
but as spilled light ink wicks softly onto a page,