above the high

I configure this space, this place, this dream

how far and distant those mountains seem

her white dress lays on the brow of the mare as she rides through the sand

top of the dune she flies

only the sun can catch her crawling towards the sky

a whisper upon the cloud 

she follows the voice to another rune

the riddle plays as she wanders in the waves of yet another night 

down crumbles the wall

sand to glass

she peers into another vessel sound, vibrating in her ear 

the moon peels, unfolding a white wolf running across her plane

the water fills the box seemless in its form

she floats, she drifts above the high