Silvery in cautious steps,
deer walk out of the trees.
Someone is counting the stars, losing track.
Darkness is lumbering in the sky,
dragging canoes of clouds on thin ropes,
slippery with moondust.
We are all passengers in this light.
Silvery in cautious steps,
deer walk out of the trees.
Someone is counting the stars, losing track.
Darkness is lumbering in the sky,
dragging canoes of clouds on thin ropes,
slippery with moondust.
We are all passengers in this light.