Gentle moon -
guide us towards another night,
lead us foward into trees
immense, dark, scented
with delusional dreams
of lovers trysts.
Once scattered, as daisies,
now we brightly blossom
towards nights cold call.
Gentle stars -
wink secrets spilled
as you fall into nothingness,
telling the daylight
of our shadowed dreams,
whispering loudly
how we dark immortals
owe you our souls,
are in debt to your fire.
27/5/08
Viola Grey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gentle-moon/
