I was burned in the Night
Awoke to my own blister of Dream
Awaiting Dawn, I heard the voice
With every Morning’s Beam
I felt the lids of Memory break
Like an open Seal of all that
Can ever be Experienced
My Sense featured only Beloved images
Which I saw to my surprise everywhere
I was created Mystical in the Night
Distilled from Sunday Twilights
I Harvested from every Sun
A bit of madness in the Source
That was a Love no mind or soul
Might Contain, only envelope
For a very short interval.
Wuji Seshat 
Beautiful!
Thanks Carrie!