O silvery moonbeam, come shine on my mirror
And lay a broad path for me over the land;
Oh, carry me up to your Garden of Dreaming,
And there let me sit at the side of my love.
Come, bear me away as I turn in my cold bed,
Where I lie alone in the silence of night,
And carry me off to your meadow of joy,
To meet with the friends I’ve not seen in so long.
I wrote this almost a year ago, when I was first finding my voice in alternative meters, when I was finding a lot of material to write about in nature, and (most relevant to this poem) my family was reading Roverandom. I’m not convinced that this poem is finished, really, but I can’t think of how to continue it, so to prepare for posting it today I merely cleaned it up and regularized the meter.
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This poem is also posted on my wiki.