Moon In Auburn

Moon In Auburn As the stars were heaped upon a mantles Shangri-La The miniature toy town beneath its cape Quiet hung in yellow golden windows lit So silent in the dales and woods blanket The dog fox cry echoed from the moon Crisp and cloudless chill less coldness With the twin of the moon fluxed silver blue In the tiny handmaidens mirror of reflection Natures dark slept beneath the shadows of her hand And she crept in dreams Within the tip toe of cats Rendered the night through amber eyes Glistening on the turns of lovers kisses For all the endless that she misses Arched above an eternal sky She is drawn to the moss of rocks And clings in branches hung with lichen To the feathered damp of leaves Which catch her spark Just a whisper footfalls breezes shifter In the country lanes of ancient mazes By stone wall and rabbits foot Close upon the dandelions head With all the disguised colours leaping on unseen acoustics Were hidden amongst rivulet beds Catching the silver blue The dog fox cry echoed from the moon And swung out the flax upon the stars Fingers traced their destiny within those pinpoint suns A pattern constellation traits of has; she was born The atonement of steady reckoning he had Cut in trough on the ploughed earth Where all the seeds of tomorrow had been scattered With all their promises of a seasons ripening Old songs sung of proud man “John Barleycorn” And the distillation of his bone and marrow And while the stars piled high on their Shangri-La Recounted the lost tales of lovers in forgotten times All the memories fell in auburn locks And swept upon the Luna light shores The twin she fluxed in silver blue And the dog fox cry echoed from the moon