Dream work

i remember the rainbow center 
it looked like a cubic place 
unfurled from behind the curtain 
all the colors i know of were splayed 
in slumber the scene cut split in half 
to reveal the glimmering gem in the middle 
 
the most beautiful thing i have ever seen 
was that of the scene unfolding 
with things in the correct order 
becoming a dream 
the eye of the beholder 
 
to the swan that starts with its wings 
look into the distance of the orange horizon 
the setting of the autumn shades becoming one 
tracking behind its tail the silver water 
trickles in a trail extrapolated to travel 
path intended for the avian to take on 
 
it carries on kicking on the surface of the water 
into and then up to get this feeling of going on over 
with bird lung in full flight the black turning dot 
before the light of its letting becomes undone in a knot

the swan letting