the wind is dying in the umbral night all aroundthe small bridge becomes the canal’s umbrella weaving a shy blue garment for the waters,a silvery gown across the imponderable blue the moon glides free, an argent shadowthe rain dove purls a plaintive lay, drenching the darkening streets with a drowsy kissin these hours of tears
The full moon veiled the ramshackle barn in the embrace of its shadow- a prayer for animals gone.
Wake dear, and rise, sleep not this day. Let our two dreams play to and fro with each. Let’s dance in the sun shouting— one beam, the light’s high joy. You nor I will not cry today as you gambol and swirl, as I dream, hope, now words, then love and vows…