Shadow Trees
Shadow trees
On gentle breeze, heave
and lip the edges of a sanctuary
Hallowed space, of union graced
In liminal hour
Protected
where dappled light plays cupid to our delight
Crepe paper garlands
Seek to adorn us
Fugitives in search of respite
No penetrating eye should moot
this canticle to umbral shine
nor prick the virtue of our plight
Unsteady mood of solace and peak
Shadow trees
In boundaries you speak
as we move on the fringes of the night -
Let me keep time
damned blue midnight
Copyright © Emily Maggs | Year Posted 2014
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