Nightdreams

Fragrant moss my only bed
I lie, not really sleeping
willow tree above my head
resolutely weeping

Subtle breezes brush my brow
crickets sing out strong
a lonely loon calls lowly now
adding to the song

Starshine woos the summer sky
with a lovers' touch
and brings to mind a maid that I
once cherished far too much

The night enfolds me in it's arms
I am a child, it seems
succumbing to nocturnal charms
I drift away in dreams

There to visit distant lands
re-living other times
feeling power in my hands
to pen immortal rhymes

I walk on worlds that may have died
and others never born
but a strong, relentless tide
pulls me towards the 'morn

Waking, I embrace the day,
basking in it's light
but come the dusk I'll long to play
once more in realms of night

C.  Lon  R.  Bruso