Dreaming of a Lotus Garden

From inside your cage, gaze, gaze outward
with pale luminescent eyes.
Let thoughts of exotic islands
enter your starless night
to silence the sounds of fangs and claws
hungering for your flesh.

Sweet child curled in the corner of the menagerie
gaze outward, past the waxy claws of scorpions,
past the ferns and dragonflies.
See somewhere a lotus garden,
where this night ends,
and something unknown, unknowable begins.
Gaze, gaze outward and dream.