Moonset slips beneath a steel sea;
crescent sailing on the starless deep.
I sketch the hallowed sky in my dream.
Sunrise lifts from under the hills,
music stirs as dawnlight spills.
Horizon bursting,
a choir rehearsing
requiems for fallen friends.
Moonchild in the lap of a pine
singing for the wordless divine.
She wanders on the waves of her mind.