Cargo
My moonlight doppelganger
trails behind me on
an evening stroll.
From the woods
sounds of night creatures,
crystal clear, unsullied
by human imprints,
are conveyed to my ears
in purest tones.
In a small copse we sink,
my shadow and I,
onto a mossy bank
to absorb the beauty of the night.
Telepathically, his voice
whispers to my mind
of a beguiling memory,
elusive as a will o’ the wisp.
A stately boat shaped cloud
sails wraithlike across the moon.
A Marie Celeste;
deserted,
bearing in her hold
the precious cargo
of my dreams.
By CATSEYES
© 2008 CATSEYES
(All rights reserved)
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