1. Once upon a time, I caught a glimpse of April like a spear of sunlight on a January morning. I closed myself, as petals, but the light un-closed me there so deep in darkness. 2. Nothing, even starlight, has such tiny fingers. Stones reach out and whisper to each other without warning. And, nothing, even wisdom, is as kind as roses, or so rare and reckless. So, sleep my dearie, 'neath the dreamhorse hooves. I will give you, in a wreath of leaves, Bedtime stories, .. wishes, tossed like flashing pennies by lovers.