Sonnet #303

Reclining in the lime leaves, still as stone,

The green anole lizard dreams, smiling

To sleep among the citrus trees, reclining

Where smell resolve the nightmares as they come,

I walked before the twilight turning lights 

on as I went, a violation of the calming sky

The creatures of the moon came up to try

and climb into the lightbulbs and the bright

Blessed darkness, we will always break the veil

And even into shadows of the sky we send our drones

We reach against the death to kill what kills

And analyze the dreams that hide in bones

But the reclining lizard dreams and smiles so still

Just wait, he sighs, for all light and heat will come