Spunsilk Evening- Aoife Burke

Spun silk evening marker moon
I bonded with my shadow
as if too soon
Faraway places over it did shine
the passage of death as if a crime
robbing the breath it did incline
the melody of darkness a last goodbye
Fare thee well sister moon
for dawn approaches it speaks the truth
all has cycle light to dark
you may growl like a terrier
or sing like a lark
the mountain lies like a faceless coma
awaiting until times end
the dove will find the other on four wings,
pair together if only it could sing
snow to sun darkness to light
all will live out of sight.

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