Few Stars Are Out Tonight

She turns in twilight sleep

hair and gown long and stirring about

cresting round the moon.

The trees whisper to one another.

The broad trunks flute low

and sound the ocean sound.

It is the wind.

Who was it tugged on her dreams

causing her to notice we are here?

Branches lift and crawl.

It is the wind.

It is only a matter of time

before she awakens fully,

her attention upon us deeper

as she turns earthward

laughing, always laughing.

The long grasses whistle high

and sound the raptor sound.

It is the wind.

Soon earth and sky

will be one tonight

boiling in her spin.

It is the wind.

Few stars are out tonight.

It is the wind.

Whose heart is lifted?

Whose is afraid?

It is just the wind.

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