Fancy

 
Swinging on a starlit fancy
I daydream in repose
posing questions to my Father
he is beauty incarnate and he alone...atones

Making something worthy of my rebellion
Needy little faith
asking I be shone
the secrets of the universes

Tainted pool, my mind eschew
ripples of understanding run through me
then cloud over
Confusion muddying the waters
Purification rituals of thought to enter

I dare not tread amiss
a child of the host
reaping stardust
Touching infinity my eyes close
then blink open in wonder