Dreaming of a Lotus Garden
From inside your cage, gaze,
with pale luminescent eyes.
Let thoughts of exotic islands
enter your starless night
to hush the sounds of fangs and claws
hungering for your flesh.
Sweet child curled in the corner, gaze,
past the waxy claws of scorpions,
past the ferns and dragonflies.
See somewhere a lotus garden,
where this night ends,
and something unknown and unknowable begins. Gaze,