I dreamed you dreamed that we had met
Upon a sullen, empty day,
Spent mostly with Pinocchio,
A place where young kids used to play
Upon your forehead lay your wrist
For afternoons you’d strike a pose ;
I dreamed you dreamed in riddles; yes —
And so do I now, I
Suppose
Give a single candle a Fresnel prism and strike across the empty dark. With sweeping clockwork spread your light to guide the course of travelers. Riddle the world with riddles that guide true from one small flame of hope. No “suppose”; out it goes.