Sleep

The mist weaves through open spaces,
Wreath like fingers seeking in measured paces.
Moonbeams filter, intertwining in a lover's clasp,
The silent bat glides, hungry silhouette eagerly grasps.

Twinkling lights of night on distant shore,
Splashes the hidden boatman's ore.
A moan, a groan, a whimper and a sigh
Unheard night sounds stretch and fly.

Rows of gleaming silver curves and lines
With bated breath watching for ancient signs,
When expected stillness will answer to sound
And awaken from the motionless ground.

Eyelids flutter, some in a perpetual dark world.
Inwardly awake, Reality and Dream gracefully twirl,
Life is as above as is below, the nightingale weeps,
Soon will break the grave's dreamless Sleep.