What have the dead poets left
for me to say about moonlight
I shall tell how it spills
like milk
over the stilled land
my thirsty eyes lap it up
softly
my soul purrs
Tricia Lambert
2013
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC
What have the dead poets left
for me to say about moonlight
I shall tell how it spills
like milk
over the stilled land
my thirsty eyes lap it up
softly
my soul purrs
Tricia Lambert
2013