Moonlight On Satin
I raise the lid so slowly,
My hand on soft satin;
I hear the creaking hinges
As moonlight seeps within.
My bleary eyes encounter
The dank and wooden floor,
Time to appease the hunger,
Not once but ever more.
I turn the ornate doorknob
And what a sight I see,
A river of flowing forest
Down to the endless sea.
Village homes a light with candles
To push away the dark.
But they won’t see me coming
Until I leave my mark.
The moon is slowly fading
As the years roll into one.
The darkness loves to hide me
But I long to see the sun.
The pink touched dawn is coming;
Shall I burn away this sin?
But I close the lid securely
And sleep on soft satin.
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