moonlight

In the night
she touched my pillow
in the unknown hours
of sleep

With a breath o'er my eyelids
she stopped my slumberings
pulled in artifical day

her prescense overwhleming
her darkness
in the field

Can it be so late?
I ask the brightness

she only
shone brilliantly

with her long
white locks
shimmering in the
starlight

light beams
almost soild
in their contrast
of the night

such a sight
to move my
feet in rythem
and make my
tounge sing out

but it was the quiet
secret hours
no loudness
enters with peace

all the world asleep
and soon was I
in a pool of
midnight
moonlight

In the silence of the night
in the stillness of the cold
pale light

In the quiet time of sleep
on gilded wings the faeries
sweep

Over and back through
the star-filled sky

sparkling gently
and swaying in song
little figures deocrate
as they nightly celebrate

Childrens' eye would open wide
yet they are weighted down
by sleep

Washed in the luminous eye
of the dark hours

tiny bright darts
on shiny wings
weave the dreams
of slumbers