Between The Images

In a time where a day will stand on still
Upon the ways of the edges grown in
And dreams shall come in its real to fulfill
Between the images of dawn's new spin

The soul of flowers in the stretched out shade
In shadows rising and the twinkling on
Where every moment’s faithfully made
Till dreams and thoughts are to sideways gone

Ah flower fair in the street ways of time
Giving its splendor and tincture so true
Where the flow of tides are in their prime
And always coming to shore for renew
Days and nights we can hardly understand
Giving its revealing and fresh command