Woolgathering, Until Dawn
A silver moon arrives to bathe me with her moonlight
sending me into a dream state of beauty and respire
With feet of feather weight I never touch the ground
as I gaze at the beauty that surrounds this gauzy lake
Accustomed to the shadows of the night I gather long
around the hem of stars that shine down on my estate
I watch the flowers in my garden lay withered at me feet
while I trundle by the angels, one thousand more to keep
Some earthlings like to babble in their little cafes at night
but its all Greek to me for I rather lay between two clouds
swinging from a hammock, woolgathering, until dawn .
October 7, 2020
Words Used: Greek, Moonlight, accustomed, shadow, withered
Taken from a book called, "Fugitive Pieces" Author: Anne Michaels
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