Aurora, step softly over the dewdrop green
Lift their slumber-fogs lightly – those gentle, little beings
May they all be allowed their space in this special, humble place
May they all be granted grace of greeting their once familiar face
Nudge awake those placid waters, with scented breath, clean
Remind them actual and probable were split by once, a dream
Step your whisper feet so kindly and light their little ways
And if they question sunset, reveal the colors of this day
Primitive Joe 