as you woke walking and the path
wound up ahead where pearly snails trailed
moon-shine and the trees like tall elegant
women high over fretted twinkle stars
what had it meant, the day? The wind
was a silken scarf that wrapped your eyes
so you tottered on the cobbles, laughed.
A friend waved across the town square
somewhere, a child's toy in the gutter
as the sweet rain sprinkled your face
and hair fanned out in an ocean of breath
but the dark gathers and the trees give wild
voice, your toiling feet groan for rest, refuge
of starlight cottage
Is the lover there? Will the tall trees shelter
you, star gems gleam in safe seclusion
on the mantel spread scarf
and your eyes dream the warm night?
Jun 19, 2011
Jun 19, 2011 at 7:18 AM UTC
as you woke walking and the path
wound up ahead where pearly snails trailed
moon-shine and the trees like tall elegant
women high over fretted twinkle stars
what had it meant, the day? The wind
was a silken scarf that wrapped your eyes
so you tottered on the cobbles, laughed.
A friend waved across the town square
somewhere, a child's toy in the gutter
as the sweet rain sprinkled your face
and hair fanned out in an ocean of breath
but the dark gathers and the trees give wild
voice, your toiling feet groan for rest, refuge
of starlight cottage
Is the lover there? Will the tall trees shelter
you, star gems gleam in safe seclusion
on the mantel spread scarf
and your eyes dream the warm night?
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