Slashed by the si kle moon
Thy smiling wound bleeds forth pale light
And shadows fill my room
Fleeting shadows chased by clouds
Dance fast across the wall
Images..alone..in crowds!
An everchanging ball
And flickering in their midst I see
A vision, Breathless to behold
Whose every movement raptures me
Whose charms I must enfold
Is this a dream? Or is it real?
Can moon light play such tricks?
How can I doubt the way I feel?
Your Beauty thus inflicts
In simple things like shadows
My thoughts will turn to thee
A stranger from another shore
And love eternally
Copyright 2000
by Squire Denis
January 2000