Gentle, tender, evocative, calm.

A dream spins around.

In and out breathes the feeling.

There are as many streams of life

as there are tresses in the heavy braids.

The cat brings the art of

dreaming to a perfection.

The fat blankets of winter gone,

I can roll in the bed spring made.

the colours of madness sweep over the sky,

and bring the season of insanity.

My cat comes out and blinks at the sun

and the whole day seeks some place to bask in the light.