dancing through my dreams
float whisky tainted clouds
dark drops of melancholia
this sadness knows no bounds
tears fill up a tea cup
from thence it overflows
no shining lights or comic jokes
remove the blackened snow
then purple starred magnolia
shoots from a palm of hand
and tiny leaves of tangerine
begin to warm the land
a light growing from a tunnel
brightens up this slumbered mare
and night prepares to meet the day
with fear no longer there