Midnight Walker

The moon and the stars masquerade in her eyes And white clouds of lambs wool dust her cheeks with the night As her gown whispers reasons of textured surprise While she paddles through pages of shadow soft white, Through her pearl spattered echoes of talkative rain Came so many far voices and soul searching prayers That had been once before and had came back again To pick up their amen’s at the foot of her stairs. She gathered her moments with black velvet gloves And she placed them inside her dress pocket again Just forgotten grey hearts and remembered sweet loves And those things that she felt there’s no need to explain, Then she walked slowly onwards to midnight once more Where the seesaw of evening tips left and then right And she saw that there still was no key in the door There was no way of knowing the day or the night. Then she lay down and slept in her shadow knit bed For the first light of dawn through the keyhole to glow When it crept up her gown and touched gently her head She would rise up and instantly know where to go, Yet she followed her dreams on their slumber soft way Through their arcane existence they drifted on air To a place where the evening called out to the day And she knew that she’d find what she’d always sought there…