exhausted I fall
deep into a feathered dream
through the shadowed gate
just past the midnight draw bridge
a starlight palace awaits

I sit and I sew
With silk thread and moon needles
A running stitch dream
Pale against the midnight sky
Each finger prick a new star.

little twisted bridge

over old babbling brook

lift our spirits high

on sweet songs and small candles

floating dreams on bark and leaves