I have rested,
No longer weary I raise my head in the glass garden.
Here I have slept under watch of the god of many colors,
A prismatic spectacle,
Glittering crystal flowers reflect and refract,
Every stained yard of light,
Like twin jeweled eyes in atomic sunlight.
The blessings of the witch of dandelions,
Assuaged all but the most harrowing thoughts.
I must rebuild my fabric castle,
My kingdom of many inks and dyes and patterns,
And offer it solely to myself.