Dream Night
Dream night
My wine glass is full of moonlight,
drank and floated dreamily, on a carpet of night.
Couldn’t resist the moon’s pull, my home bathed in a spectral
light, both beautiful and mortal.
Flowers in the garden were deadly pale, olive trees wore
silver capes of unrelieved sorrow
This nocturnal landscape isn’t to my liking, put me down,
red, green and golden are my colours
But I did glimpse, behind the tall mountain, night’s ultimate
sacrifice, giving birth to dawn
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2017
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