I scribbled diamonds In the sky On parchment made Of compressed clouds That tempered dew drops Of my dye To shimmer on the grass And in that dust A feather sang Of leaves Of trees And purple seas That all drained out A trickle to your mouth The inklings of my inklings Sweetened turpentine And cast you glow In an echo Of Royal Gran Bivet's Forest Of floating castle walls Above the bridge That linked Earth To the heavens