Monday night

Monday night


The roundest moon was resting on our road,

Making of the lane a silver stream –

A chilly channel running from some Sea

To carry its Tranquillity to me.


I waded in those waters ‘til it rose,

Falling upwards, bringing its own blue.

It shook itself untangled from the trees –

Stone in space, only seeming to be free.


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