‘night

you are the 'night

riding the moon

grown full

stabled and steady

from before time began

racing along the milky way

with your starry cloak

billowing out

behind you

between cumulo clouds

the forest tips its top hat

bows in greeting as you

gallop swiftly past

soughing softly

whispered lullabies

the mountains face you

flaming gold and pink

lit by your hand in

darkest purple hues

the waves withdraw

crashing upon your wake

white-tipped

stirred up

and sputtering spray

followed by your

spectral swarm

waking woken souls

with candles dimly lit

inside their second sleep

calling all to heel

to lay a heavy lid

groaning mumbling

fall in worship

wound beneath your feet

202007