In the frost sharp moonless night

the stars light the air

with a quiet and mystic brilliance

much closer than of yore

as a still quiet

blankets

the world below

 

Through the cold crystal dark night

a ghost drifts the grass

silent echo of a whispered flight

tree high above my eye

its soft locus

stalking

the land below

 

Through an ice star argent gleam

my soul floats up free

soft escape from those long lone night wraiths

following a path traced

soft as she left

fleeing

the pain below