Stars and Shadows

The sun has set and evening falls. A silver sliver moon hangs high above my house; behind its walls I’ve made my bed, and here I lie. I think of times starlight, star bright, a girl who never questioned why she dreamed awake with all her might. I’ve made my bed and here I lie. Those wishes wished so long ago are still no closer than the sky that’s filled with summer stars aglow. I’ve made my bed and here I lie. And though I’m warm inside my room, Long shadows of the night pass by my window shade and cast their gloom. I’ve made my bed and here I lie. How sensible, how dull my schemes! Beneath my comforter, I sigh remembering my tarnished dreams. I’ve made my bed, and here I lie. April 29, 2020 For the Shadows Poetry Contest of Chantelle Anne Cooke