Moonlight

Silverdust caresses my room,

Sighing in soft shafts of frost-light,

Left in bleak blackness

To complete their task,

Ever careful where they tread, well aware

Of their mother who always lays

An eye upon their paths.

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She is omniscient this eve,

Clouds tremor in hew wake,

Not keen to be x-rayed and cut to the soul.

But I see beyond her prodigious power

Into the threads of her heart

And feel blessed to be one that

Notices her children

Singing through the inked sky.

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They have chosen my room

Tonight and I hardly wish to ever shut

My curtains again.

Darkness may help me sleep

But Moonlight helps me dream.