Moonlight Dreams

[aeglyn]

Moonlight Dreams

 

Moonlight dreams

The moon pours rich, it's silvered glow
Upon yon sylvan hills.
Whence forth the bawdy cricket's row
Serenading fervent trills.

Thus forward into bed, I head
To part with mindless cares.
To sleep, nay dream!, instead
Of kisses sweet and fair.

Or merry flights across treetops
And dancing with the winds.
Of wondrous slides that ne'er do stop
And pillowed landing ends.

Remember I, when all is still,
Delicious fancies o' the night.
Memories loved, exalted thrills
In wandered sleep, take flight.

So lay me down in slumbered rest
No more the day's encumbrance bear
To suckle my delusion's breast
And feast upon this moonlit fare.

-Aeglyn 2012