I took the first words the Oracle gave me. They were enough for today. I realise now that the poem could almost be a triolet, so I’ve worked it into one.
Gardens
Sun would fill this garden with dreams,
all the cloud colours of sunset.
This garden would dream in the sun,
meteors of green, volcanoed flower-bursts,
remembering how rain fell in dreams
with the tinkling music of broken stars,
filling night gardens with dreams
and the light of a million suns.
Gardens in triolet
The sun would fill this garden with dreams,
The colour of clouds at the end of the day,
Tasting of rain and the rush of spring streams.
The sun would fill this garden with dreams,
Deep ocean dark where sea treasure gleams,
With the glitter of stars that the tide washed away
Into sunlight that’s flooding this garden with dreams,
All the colour of clouds at the end of the day.