An interlocking rubaiyat version of an earlier poem, for the Scavenger Hunt.
Watching the child wake
She bends her head beneath the moon’s pale glow,
And listens to the gentle breathing, slow,
The heartbeat of her cradled child asleep,
As peaceful as the shaded river-flow.
As peaceful as the river running deep,
Beyond the window where the dawn will leap,
And all the shadows gathered by the night,
Will turn to coloured cloths when rainbows weep.
The mother watching by warm candlelight,
Waits for the day to grow, the sky ignite,
Repeats her mother’s words from long ago,
Wake, child, and watch your dreams grow wings in flight.
The Four Swans 