you are

you make tea-leaves waltz
you make snow-flakes melt
you make stars walk in line
you make post work
you make mollys bloom
you make stockings blush
you make screens glisten
you make spiders crawl in my eyes
you make bridges cross
you make voices fall silent
you make sea dash
you make fingers sleep
you make trains rush
you make dreams of dreams
you paint the water
you make drops whole again
you turn salamander wool into ivory
you turn dreams into dreams
and you turn words into words
you turn hours into gold dust
you turn maggots into butterflies
you turn rain into pillows
your turn..
do you believe neil armstrong really crossed the moon?