Between the blacks of bending trees
I meet the moon at in betweens
I glimpse her glories, wild and worn
Aglow atop a stirring storm
Oh breathing birches blown about
Beneath her silver silence
Beyond the fields I farthest see
Along the dark horizon
There the hymns of heavy winds
Beyond the blown and gloomy leas
Where ghostly grass and rushing reeds
Dance darkly 'round my falling feet
Sep 9, 2024
Sep 9, 2024 at 9:06 AM UTC
Between the blacks of bending trees
I meet the moon at in betweens
I glimpse her glories, wild and worn
Aglow atop a stirring storm
Oh breathing birches blown about
Beneath her silver silence
Beyond the fields I farthest see
Along the dark horizon
There the hymns of heavy winds
Beyond the blown and gloomy leas
Where ghostly grass and rushing reeds
Dance darkly 'round my falling feet