Dream Night Silk

The evening formed shivering sable remembrances Of so many nights before just standing in the rain, And moonlight flickered silently over sleeping streams A trembling golden cavalcade with no need to explain How even in the deepest shade a lantern light will glow A shimmering milestone leading to wherever moments play, And when threadbare clouds cast cloaks across the glowering sky They flap like washing on a line on Nature’s washing day. The sacred night crept over many dark and silent shades Ever onward turning pages to where their dream sunrise waits, Watching distant dawn rimmed silhouettes before their image fades While dream night silk keeps patience, just behind its morning gates, As on the edge where sky meets sea, soon it will meet the dawn Where sunlight soft life’s dreams are spun around each living day And those dream night silken whispers seem to be growing forlorn For night and day are separate shades forever, come what may. The night’s breathing softly whispered for the rest it dared desire As birdsong called through diamond dusk to wake the world again, So it curled up in a shaded corner, still untouched by mornings fire Where it dared to dream of evensong, and wished it could remain, Until the dawn bloomed softly and set fire to dream night silk Looking through a window, a child’s eyes screwed up from the sun As it peered through a lace mist of exquisite cloud white milk While far away the whispering sea said daylight had begun…