I write my heart while stars peer down,
while moonlight glints on velvet greens,
while rabbits run, then pause and wait,
blending into midnight scenes.
I write my love while starts glint bright,
while winds coax chimes to sing their songs,
while voices from the frantic day
grow fewer; soon are gone those throngs.
I write my hopes while moon-limned clouds
glide swiftly in the eboned sky,
the darkness wraps me, but not tight,
and bids me rest my each limb and eye.
Blessings,
Parm
