Faint stars upon the seam
among tens is in between;
like a thousand does it seem,
all alike, a distant gleam.
Fair breeze upon the seam
falls asleep upon the cream
and the silver when they lean
lulled by sea and twinkle dream.
If sleep is sight
or what is seen
that slowly fade into the seam,
what is lulled?
the sight
or seeing!