Stargazers Gather (Deibhidhe)
The lunar mists fade and melt,
Bow to Orion's blue belt
As stargazers at the gate
Stand gathered in a dream state.
Still the moon smiles as she stirs,
Brewing dreams from dazzling blurs,
Fantasies of slumber form
Starry fence against nights storm.
Silver shadows finely lace
Midnight's time in muted mace,
As dreamers escape the days
Where sleeping dares darker ways.
As I fathom my fears, I find
Mercy dreams in my mind
From fear and pain set me free
And take the terrors from me.
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