Dream Walk of Melancholy

 


Night burns its lamp moon

across my skin where light

seeks a vein.

 

High on twilight I roam shadows

until monsters no longer dance

in my head.

 

In the tree above me I hear

a nightingale sing its heart

into the wind.

 

Companions of melancholy we watch

stars climb closer to the sun and wait

for morning to erase our silhouettes. 

©Susie Clevenger 2021

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