Fay Slimm - Moonlight Advances.

Curtains of mystical light
Pattern my room, quite soundless
Piercing white recedes the gloom
And silvers my head bounteously.

Moonbeams are lacing the walls.
Flooding sheen over pale hung
Threads, which shimmer down my face
Webbing me brightly They string along
My bed, change shape, and ready
Themselves for dance. As they wait
To advance towards the door
Lace, lunar-made, now oscillates.

Arms high I slowly enter
Lustrous circled dream, become
Entranced with gleaming movement,
And moonlight lace and I seem one.

Fay Slimm

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