Fun poem inspired and suggested by my girlfriend.

Fireflies dress dark naked night
With sparks hewn from bluest light;
Owl hoots loud in tall oak tree,
Star shoots there – O, didst thou see?

Night comes late for morning love,
Daydreams best ne're spoken of
Warm the heart, then cool the breeze,
What once was lost thus is retrieved.

Dreary eyes, lay sleepy head
To dark night, dare be not wed;
Morning loves don't last long,
Evening love's but dreams and song.

"Out brief candle" so dreams come,
Whilst I slumber, still and numb;
What dream hath she wrapp'd for me?
Come Brizo, let all now see!

A touch, sweet nudge,
My door chimes ring;
Dreams shan't begrudge,
This ding-a-ling.

Door opes wide, what do I see?
Grasshoppers – up to my knee!
No! Bedded dreams wait for me!
"Tis a dream that all should see.

Found in dreams that all should see,
Comes now synchronicity!
Consult them stars, throw them dice;
Check your chart, it might be nice.

I must be blind, cannot see!
Softened voice from yonder tree,
"Son, stay still," he said to me.
"Sir, your name?" respectfully.

"Master Po hath come to thee."
"Kung Fu Po, of history?"
"Yes! First, before thy retreat,
Remove insects 'roundst thy feet."

"Master Po, respectfully,
I knowest thou cannot see,
Nor can I! This dream's a bust,
O for dreams of simple lust."

Morning comes when dreams are gone;
Nagging feeling something's wrong;
To my door, haste let make,
Master Po wilst not forsake!

Lush voice breaks in mornin' song,
"Love all critters big and strong
Love the tiny insects, too!
Bugs aside, I sure love you."

Sayeth Po of Kung Fu fame,
Wise in love and of life's game:
"Needeth not two eyes to see
Life's great synchronicities."