A second draft.

MUTATIS MUTANDIS

There is an understanding that,
if the stars are yellow and the moon
is wrapped in a milky caul, then dreams

will pass through the muslin veil
that hangs between this waking world
and the world beyond. At such times

the longed-for wings unfurl, the water
changes into wine and, whichever way you turn,
your lover will be coming through the door.