Hide and Seek My moon has faced up. Gone are the days of sledge sleep Snow Of winter's river bed, dug and caved upon the mighty vast Of poplar heights. There little beads of seed flowers play Hide and seek Over the hill berry row In the dark dusty chimney doors. Three summers have rushed out And I come back- To a valley sponged with flying kites The lake there blue and shivery With smallest touch And transparent cello whines from dark underneath. Knitted and stretched among woollen shades The trails that jingle for more warmth The fishermen there makes a circle And offer sacrifices For the star shaped maiden face Who ensnared my vision With a giant net of coloured stones And paper bag boats. Far away, tip top beats of cascade mountains Honk my tunnel vision This is a path I chose Of clovers and germanium bloom And Lullabies of mother's dream.