Into The Wrinkles Of The Great Moon Poem by Shirley Harrison

Into The Wrinkles Of The Great Moon

And as I dreamt long

long into this beautiful night

I glimpsed his grin

deep within

the shadows of the moons wrinkles



startled by the figure

of this magnificent raven

perched right beside me

on my dreamer's quilt



he whispered ever so gently

on

how to find the end of my grief?



I asked him...

how can you know?



he replied...



'although you sleep

and of that you dream

when you finally awake

you'll be free'



just then

he flew his enormous wings

right back…

into the wrinkles of the great moon.

Into The Wrinkles Of The Great Moon
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
About letting go of grief.
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