Winter has just set in for all of us in the northern
hemisphere. I feel the chill in my bones and the dark spreads relentlessly
leaving little space for dream-mongering. Body and soul put up token resistance
against the rule of nature, but I soon let go, fortifying myself with
fabrications of the summer gone and the light that will be again.
Here is a fabrication of mine:
A
summer night’s vision
The
drifting moon
Was
gazing down
A
seamless blue
The
sleepless sea
A
swelling lull
The
slightest signs
Of
life subdued
In
its arms
An
eerie stillness
The
cosmos ruled
A
trail of dreams
Wrestling
free
Like
sailing boats
Under
a breath of wind
Their
skyward course
Across
the nightly cloth
With
eagerness pursued
The
restless vision
A
flight of fancy
Unchecked
In
its inception
A
ruthless rift
Insidiously
wrought
In
the nocturnal harmony
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