between the moons, he strolls with thorough tread,
where timber beams hold frith against the light;
the hammock sways in quiet overhead.
a spire of sun sinks, and the hours shed,
embers sail and soften forenoon’s sight;
between the moons, he strolls with thorough tread.
the woodland stills the haste inside his head,
its order slants as giants lengthen wide;
the hammock sways in quiet overhead.
from sunless rest to lines the hand has led,
he follows shapes that never come to light:
between the moons, he walks with thorough tread,
the hammock sways in quiet overhead.
Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 4:19 PM UTC
between the moons, he strolls with thorough tread,
where timber beams hold frith against the light;
the hammock sways in quiet overhead.
a spire of sun sinks, and the hours shed,
embers sail and soften forenoon’s sight;
between the moons, he strolls with thorough tread.
the woodland stills the haste inside his head,
its order slants as giants lengthen wide;
the hammock sways in quiet overhead.
from sunless rest to lines the hand has led,
he follows shapes that never come to light:
between the moons, he walks with thorough tread,
the hammock sways in quiet overhead.
i yearn for a soul like mine