Moonlight on Meadows

Now starved of sleep I watch the shadows creep, this selfish heart now seething with desire, beats and beats - relentless thrums grow deep- they hide, oh how they hide inside the fire! Then...peaceful in the meadow is this gloom, in lunar lumen's self-defining light, that cowers from the truth that dwells at noon in one forgotten moment of its flight. Precocious shadows sweep the slumbered fields, like children of the day that tease the sun, to loose the resurrection that it yields while owls of conscience watch which way I run. As moonlit meadows wander in my dreams, my peaceful posture's not quite what it seems...