.
Beneath a mystic moon an ancient air—
A melody only
And lonely—
Is sung by her with moonshine eyes and shadowy hair.
Across the seas of water and time
She sings to me.
Each line and rhyme
I strangely recall.
I fall asleep,
Then wake and creep
As nightshade over a garden wall;
And there with all the flowers that bloom
By moonlight—in the beautiful gloom—
I start the long journey and hope to come back
With some of the knowing I knew in the black.
*
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
.
Beneath a mystic moon an ancient air—
A melody only
And lonely—
Is sung by her with moonshine eyes and shadowy hair.
Across the seas of water and time
She sings to me.
Each line and rhyme
I strangely recall.
I fall asleep,
Then wake and creep
As nightshade over a garden wall;
And there with all the flowers that bloom
By moonlight—in the beautiful gloom—
I start the long journey and hope to come back
With some of the knowing I knew in the black.
*
