Midnight Walker
The moon and the stars masquerade in her eyes
And white clouds of lambs wool dust her cheeks with the night
As her gown whispers reasons of textured surprise
While she paddles through pages of shadow soft white,
Through her pearl spattered echoes of talkative rain
Came so many far voices and soul searching prayers
That had been once before and had came back again
To pick up their amen’s at the foot of her stairs.
She gathered her moments with black velvet gloves
And she placed them inside her dress pocket again
Just forgotten grey hearts and remembered sweet loves
And those things that she felt there’s no need to explain,
Then she walked slowly onwards to midnight once more
Where the seesaw of evening tips left and then right
And she saw that there still was no key in the door
There was no way of knowing the day or the night.
Then she lay down and slept in her shadow knit bed
For the first light of dawn through the keyhole to glow
When it crept up her gown and touched gently her head
She would rise up and instantly know where to go,
Yet she followed her dreams on their slumber soft way
Through their arcane existence they drifted on air
To a place where the evening called out to the day
And she knew that she’d find what she’d always sought there…
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