On a couch made of clouds like a mist in a dream it will come to you and you will hasten - In shoes made of dusk running you headlong into the dark, trampling unseen, out of control toward an intuition.
Stars crisp against the black sky will melt the brown low clouds like butter so the worm moon can point you to my ashes.
Imagry is intersting - i like "couch made of clouds" and "moon can point you to my ashes". Rest is difficult to make out. Did you mean ""worm moon" or warm moon? I would have liked to seen a title. asif
The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they while their companions slept Were toiling upward in the nigh