A pale moon shrouded in mist
endless fluttering shadows
plundering her silken light
Smooth searching winds
roaming aching darkness
in this fleeting, ephemeral
celestial canopy
The chimes mark the hours
and the hands of time
circle the ever-ticking clock
© Ann Bagnall

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