Dark Moon
by Peter S. Quinn - May 5, 1999
O you darkish moon on heavens high,
You fly alone among the drifting clouds;
Until again dawn enkindles the sky
And up wakens the early morning crowds.
Your light shines bluish onto the pond,
Where shadows from the trees drift to and fro;
So dark and unknown, my imagine beyond,
Until you into the dawn again must go.
All nights are frighten when you are not here,
With nightmarish clouds of an unknown dream,
That climbs to my mind and shiver my bones;
For what do I then know, whom is then near,
When you guide not the heavens with your beam:
I could easily tumble over all the stones.
Peter's Studio
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