Morning dew, he rested on, 'till his dreams all came true

Woke up in a fainted smile, washed his face, touched his bump

Whole at least, no casualties, the cavalry came in time

Took care of wounds, his aching arm, his burning soul, an empty cup

Felt as if he owned a box a table chess, some dice

Threw the dice, double six, wondered if this was the case

Of instict base, being fulfilled or wishful thinking versus facts

Threw the dice, double six, wondered if this was the case

Of instict base, being fulfilled, or wishful thinking versus facts

Back to chess to crack the nut that fine box of chestnut wood

In winter march, come what may, travelling birds go their ways

He sat and stared their headsforth sway,in them put trust, and in morning spray

In flight again, curly light and then smite