Would you like to be up there
with the good company of the Osiris eye
draping your feathered wings
Around that seventh moon.
If you coin a phrase would it ring Treau
As you lighten the waves and mood
balanced above a cloudless frame
Musing upon oceans from above
too a Eastern lanterned score.
And if I let you go
Would you ever fly back down and return
To unlock the alphabet keys and lettered
score left on a pattern quarry floor.