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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