Emerson Everett Glass: “Moonrise at Sleeping Dog Rock”

A Fantastic Sleep

In the afternoon

she sleeps

surface as soft as velvet,

delicate soil hugging her deep

the crispness of the air

radiating smells for her nose to keep

when she wakes,

with the lightness of her eyes,

flashes of ivory white lakes

soar beyond royal blue skies,

escaping the fire

departed from the setting sun

Her dreams as real as her Master