The deck of our land

Crystallised crescent moon Shining forth it so doth swoon Smiling gleeful down at you Seeing sways of red and blue Powdered pools of pelican pink Rising up towards the brink The brink of day, of the dawning day Ready, so ready for you to have say Running vales of honey syrup Choosing gaps of where to stirrup Enveloped in the cool night air Robins, rabbits and even a hare Chasing chimney smoke so blue Fires of warmth will caress like new Aches and pains of sharp glass beads No more, no more of these sad seeds Let’s go dancing in the rain Slop, slop, slopping in the deep terrain Hollow holes within our shoes Tracing footsteps from once our muse