what buries me in the dark of night beside a pillow soft and a desk lamp light 

it is nothing more than mere shadow

cast aside in the wind of rising tides at water’s edge

begone Demon, fish not the lakes of my divine respite 

for it is I, reflected in the water edges

remnants drowned is sorrowful dew collected in this thimble of the Gods.

drink a toast before the dawn awakens me 

mighty Dragon’s

tiny blessings 

dreams

that do not bite~