Thursday, September 11, 2008

A moonlight caress

Kindly, didst thou steal upon me
As I lay pondering the blue-white face;
Gentle, soft, was thy fearful touch,
But I, too weighed down with useless sorrow,

Was awash in ghostly moonlight,
Blind as the dead to thy soft, subtle shade,
And skyward turned my anguished voice,
Luna to sing my lunatic verses;

Soothing caress between us passed;
Now I awake to see thine offered dawn
Is honest and modest and wise,
And brings forth the dew that softens the world;

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