Dear Deer

Dear deer  
 
Pale morning comes upon each face  
the countenance of ceramics lined with glaze
suns hidden lantern reveal a pair at rest
transfigured by the artist’s mind  
who reached with tip and stroke celeste?
muted pastel shades of gold and cream
are they the outward paths of dreams?
 
When sleep will have its mystic reach
Wend like streams without a source
A pair that compliment and rest sublime  
Muzzled together the mother and the foal
 
Birthed from her womb to cherish as they sleep
The branches of the delta merge and meet
Protected and protector in their rest’s cool streams
Convergence holds the ties so deep
 
Omnipotence, natures need to just extol  
The doe into the foal