The night is a cloud and a forest

The day is a buttercup and rain shower

And then of course the simple story ends and the stage unfurls in a burst of overpowering light

The cup you hold runs over , and the white horse of which you dreamed now glistens in milky remembrance.

Night clouds part, buttercups rise, and showers fall sideways in a masquerade of life,

I listen and watch , rise , remember, fall, alight..