Dripping foam,
Down from below,
Pools in red,
Around my fingers.
A yellow sky
Blots out the moon,
As a field of Daffodils
Cries out a sad song.
The dreamstate ends,
And is soon forgotten,
And is replaced
By yet another dreamstate.
Each a link
In the unbroken chain
Of waking
And of dreaming.
Hastily-Made Decision 