Morning Journey

Was that a voice
Shaped hole
In the sound
Of waves of grass saying :

Sail a drop of morning dew
To an island from a dream
Might a mayfly sip our sea before we get there?
Though we might just make it through
Down a bee thought of a stream
Or on a sunlight spellbound ride upon the warm air

To a place I seemed to mark
Pencilled on the painted wing
Of a Madagascan Sunset Moth Moon dancing
By the milk drop in the dark
See an island queen and king
In an apple palace twilight wonder chancing