Nights velvet
Veil slipped softly
In on and hour glass
And crystal dumb

Reflecting movement
From the toy chest
And all glows bright
Withfantasising

So ever slowly rising
From resting places sliding
Down beside him
Arranged on coloured
Patchwork playground
Tiny glasses begin to flutter

Comes dawn when
You dew lay dying
And frosted windows drying
Inside sighing
Awakeing sound sense
And man crying
And have you see the child's smile?