Low low in the midnight
come to dance by the firelight
tune up with that arbitrary grace
substitute sway for that look on your face
in a dark that makes shadow look bright.
Row row over tears
the reedy boat of sprung years
when the shore disappears into mist
that insists you persist don’t resist
a distance flung further than fears.
Sole sole is the pathway
burnt bulbs outline the runway
where something much heavier than air
fades away with what made you care;
that departure clocks in the next day.
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Image: Moonrise, by George Inness oil on canvas, 1887
By George Inness (Yale University Art Gallery ) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
apologies to his shade for my liberties with it in the footer...