Between the Oleander and the Mad Seas

--In a dream I did see lovely outstretched hands pierced with lily white light between the Oleander and the mad seas. That by starlight--- chained for more than twenty thousand years captive in the vast realms of Heaven, shot forth suddenly! --Beneath a shivering willow I received a flurry of quickened kisses. The flowers that she picked entwined their thin arms in each soft corner of the violet forest to the cool raging streams that effervesced into the warm azure pools-- embroidered with lime green moss that hangs from each branch of the willow into the eye of the poet. He said it had a voice, firm, yet-- endless... as I floated back down-- distance knew not time. I looked deep into the apple green eyes of the leaping panther as I fell back into an ocean of pearls. I swam back to sleep.