(To dream myself the shadow of a dream The Princess Part V.

Tennyson) I ask myself questions facing my fear What will the dream of shadows mean to me? Will it be colored as moss is true green its delicate embossed leaves suckling air beneath the soil moistened by a tree at the corner where two streets intersect and in the bower is a bower nest where time watches over each memory to cultivate with fresh yearning-wisdom to teach and to learn and to memorize or break from assumption each bias bend back back to beauty and back back to rhyme there is a dream that dreams dreams in the shadows where everything and anything flowers