Sister Moon
She steals the dreams from off my eyes
Rattles branches on the breeze
And climbs up to the treetop high
To whisper words and memories
I lie asprawl upon the bed
And watch her through the window glaze
She oft repeats what’s oft been said
Over and over for many a day
The words make clatter in my brain
Rustle sheets and chill the marrow
Until she quiets her harsh refrain
And softly makes way for the sparrow
That gentle flutter lulls me low
Whir of wings, a plaintive peep
And with the light of day’s first glow
I fall into the depths of sleep
-SM-L 9/4/2013
Susan, this is beautiful .. I enjoyed the gentle rhyming, the soft dreamy feel of your words.
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ReplyDeleteWhat lovely language, especially Stanza 3.
ReplyDeletenicely done ...thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteVery peaceful. You've worked hard at crafting this poem and it shows.
ReplyDeleteSo eloquently written...this was lovely!
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