another side of midnight

The moon arose unflinchingly
upon the stormy sky.
Little drops of starry light,
misty songs of faery knight
and snowcloud maidens’ sigh
wander over field and lawn,
meadow gates they swing upon,
and leave soft laughter by.
They rest upon a bed of hay
until the wistful break of day,
and ’til then, shimmering lie…

T. E. Pyrus