Red drops of dragon’s blood, leaves fall
Twist, turn, and curl:
Ideas and feelings that through all
Float through the fathoms of the mind
And spin brain’s skeins:
Dark life-lines tangle-tied to bind
And hold, like reins.
Dare-glare of asking silence seeks:
Its quest-light beams.
On sleeping trees the sunshine-streaks
Melt leaves to dreams.