The Moon Is At His Window
The moon is at his window
It bathes him with its light
It smooths his features wan
With fingertips of white
Steal slowly moonbeam rising
Across the bedroom floor
Illuminate his breathing
Enchant his sleeping door
Take time for observation
He slumbers, still, as stars
That twinkle in the heavens –
Like you his dreams are far
Beyond the near horizon
Beyond infinity
Too far for us to reach him
Ourselves with him to be –
Copyright © John Oldham | Year Posted 2023
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