Skywalker

I walked the sky last night,

Tangled my feet in treetops.

A pair of doves nested in my hair.

I sneezed and built a cloud cumulus

From which soared hidden dreams.

Leaves of other times

Obscured the way ahead.

Be still, I nodded my drum.

The quiet of questions unasked,

Hot and cold, fell like fog,

Into the fiery sunrise.