The Sleeping Gypsy, by Henri Rousseau Night Music In respite of cool desert sand,emptied flagon, and full moon,dreams prowl, sleek, well-fed,wide awake, tickling my toes,pulling strings, weaving iconsto archetypes made manifest. I am a traveler, cloaked in rain-bow, charred under daybright;yet further landscapes openin shadows of music’s night. Grace is today’s host for dVerse’ Open…