Nights velvet
veil slipped softly
in on an hour glass
and crystals dumb
reflecting movement
from the toy chest
and all glows bright
withfantasising
so ever slowly rising
from resting places sliding
down beside him
arranged on coloured
patchwork playground
tiny glasses begin to flutter
comes dawn when
you dew lay dying
and frosted window drying
inside sighing
awakeing sound sense
and man crying
and have you see the childs smile?