Any More Than The Moons Aglow - Poem by Mark Heathcote
There are fairies in the light
In that glowing bulb so bright
Resin trunks - amber lockets
Wound around a ring of spirits.
Who goes there in the wilderness?
Shaking snow, laden with deftness.
Is she an angel—I don't know?
Any more than the moon's aglow.
Who goes there in the shadows?
Winking, when all I do is frown
Oh, there's a seraph in the moonlight.
Owl-wing-flutters drown my soul tonight.
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