Ranting-Rhino

Can a sleeping child wake if love has touched her fingers? May the songs of sirens break so the dream thief lingers, A speckle of dust fell from a star; things that are beautiful but know not what they are, The dust settles down on the dream child's crown, Hither the lightning bugs flash at her lash. "Wake sleeping one. Little one, of such peace and leisure. Let us sing in memory for every joyful thing that will ever be." The dream thief lent (filled with lament) over the soft cheek of one so young. "Please awake to this world you left behind; here the fish dance upon leaves and vines; here the sky is never gray and even the night is kisse