Man seeks to catch the thread of angelís sleep
For prosperity and fair attainment.
While absent gleaning night, the day now keeps.
The sun drapes the sky in her choice raiment.
Warned from practical cares the dreamer shows
That he is the thief of heavenís desire.
Cloaked in pathos and with patience he knows
That to Septuagint man must aspire.
When man and sun and dreamer then unite
The senses see beyond the mindís measure.
They wear one garment, a legacyís sight
Plundered from Godís own involute pleasure.
The vestment divides despite one vision
Is it heavenís dream, or just manís prison?