Change a world before my eyes.
Change the color of the stars.
Stare off into the sun
and rhyme a lullaby.
The cold ice drops off every word.
A cool ridge climbs your mountain walls.
Xanadu sits neatly in the frozen caves–
a feast for eyes to see.
Still the river,
still the sea,
climb the mountain by the light….
Christabel’s children, are you listening?
Are you silent
laying under the huge, broad-breasted, old oak tree.
Stand alone facing toward the sun.
Hope the night is forgiving.
A Mariner is listening to a salty sea.