Espalier, part i

dappled sunlight peaks through grey moody skies,
framing his meandering journey home
when a coy tune tempts him to further roam,
quick assent he tracks notes of sweet surprise

like oneiric messages pre-sunrise,
soft ballads from the deep pull him along,
as the moon draws tides, captive and enthralled,
her notes depict worlds between lows and highs,

'cross threshold he enters dreaming designs,
tales considered bend the world at her say
what's lost is found only to search again
illusions tumble, the world realigns
last call comes too soon, the songs end their day
no losing the feeling, though his mind tries