Shaping the Night
If I could shape the night
it would be round
and hollowed out to hold
dreams drifting formless
before being born in sleep.
I would hang the walls
with shiny mirrors to reflect
each star moving overhead
and have a pond
on which the moon could
shed its light.
If I could shape the night
I would have curtains
of gossamer thread to catch
each passing sound
and make music of noise,
hoist sails that fill
on the slightest breeze
to give breath to a poem
and turn the dark
into song.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2023
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