where lonely people bed themselves
and lovers share each other in the night
love-lorn on earth and loving
they watch and wait
upon the secrets that unfold
like flowers in the moon's sweet beams,
mist piercing to show the thoughts and hopes
that cling upon the air unwilling to be disclosed.
Rather they hover star-dusted in the night
on a momentary intake of breath.
Thus we wrap ourselves in sleep
and cast upon a moon shaft
the day's outgoing and the night's coming in
alive to the extensiveness of space
where the souls of the sleeping mingle
and the Spirits keep their watch.


It is comforting to think of spirits keeping watch as we sleep. Good Luck in the contest!








Joy

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