Moonlit lily pads

I skip across the night
on moonlit lily pads
the copse of willow trees
lithe, and twisting
urging forth each step

beyond this path
lies all else, ethereal
ten thousand moaning
terrors, which upon the dawn
dissolve, awaiting their own
inevitable return.

Author: AJM

Writer, sociologist, Unitarian Universalist.

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