I see the gleam-drops fall

I see the gleam-drops fall—
the speckle-stones—the liquid-gems—
dasheries—

slosh-strings 
drip—silver-seams stitching 
over low-stars, dangling—

plopping clear-clacks—
mirror-candies sing—
wonder-pebbles—reflective splash-berries—

behold the splutterings that 
fit in between—stare 
into the mini-suns 

and their small dreams—a race 
of colourful canvas-cores—
and the blotches of imageries 

running over, 
over 
the hopeful bow.

Dale Chou
2019-05-18