The Dreamer

“Why do you seek the sun,

In your Bubble-Crown ascending?

Your chariot will melt to mist,

Your crown will have an ending.”

“Nay, sun is but a Bubble,

Earth is a whiff of Foam—

To my caves on the coast of Thule

Each night I call them home.

Thence Faiths blow forth to angels

And Loves blow forth to men—

They break and turn to nothing

And I make them whole again:

On the crested waves of chaos

I ride them back reborn:

New stars I bring at evening

For those that burst at morn:

My soul is the wind of Thule

And evening is the sign,

The sun is but a Bubble,

A fragile child of mine.”