She Sleeps
Through my widow
I watch the moon cradle the night-
A lifeboat of collected light...
My wings tonight
I reject the sleep that beckons
To winess her gloty
She journeys slowly away
I long to go with her....
I watch her dreary decline
To black horizon
Loyal clouds
Form a celstial net
To gentle the orb
At the rudeness of dawn
...She Sleeps
(fron Cathedrals)
March,2005
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