4
‘i would knit you a patchwork dream’ having made sure that stars
i see the upside-down world
the incongruity of this realm
from my exhibition of Today
reflected in puddles and seas
delights me like the sweet
is the last piece my eyes see
and my dream is knitted
soft dreaming awaits me
i become the stack of books on your windowsill which meshes era and genre and emotion and language
from the moment i gain
with those sun-kissed ripples
Spring mornings when both Sun and Moon are visible still
one scene sinks into next
it’s only here that layers of
only to vanish like the tears
such dissonance mingle to
falling down my cheek wiped away by your thumb
create such mellow harmony transcending clef and key
swiftly i scribble down to
i have tried and failed to knit
consciousness the sun-kissed
share with you the glimmers
one myself. but if i could, to
ripples loosen like our hands
of the warm nonsense which
show you my love, i would
reluctantly unlacing
--Fleur
i left against my will
knit you a patchwork dream.
