Sonnet I

Ripplin' waves of fragrant smoke Smell of something sweet on fire Aroma of something maybe like... ...Metaphysical Boutique Shufflin' 'round with my boots in the sand Glass upside down, sand gettin' higher Round the glowin' candle lanterns Figures stand in long white sheets Wreaths of flowers around their heads Shining green and golden leaves Ticking clocks and passin' hours Till the Dreaming God wakes up from sleep One by one, the stars are going black Times moves forward, it never rolls back...