The Night Wind and I

The night wind and I watch in solitude the threads and shreds of cloud slowly dance across the moon flitting black shadows pass in silence as nightjars feed bright silver light pours down to cover with gilt what it touches

a drift of petals and leaves slowly fall and cover the ground in piles moved by the wind gently scenting the air all in silence

as the hour grows late breathe deep stir and stretch recall my dreaming soul draw the silken wrap close

while I watch the moon go down I hear the sound of the night wind the shadows deepen as the hours passed a serenade sounded clearly from an unseen night bird I turn and the night wind blows me home. ...SherryLynneMitchell...

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