the shining moon hung
in the gray night sky
lush, ripe
a fruit on the world’s tree
it called softly to me through the window
come, little girl
sail away on the sea of dreams
float freely on the waves of forgetfulness
let time slip away …
tempting as the offer was
i knew i must refuse
for i was called to waking
thinking, writing
of the moonbeams
on my pillow
