Gloaming

East of the Sun;
West of the Moon:
Come to me soon, Love,
In the Cat's light.

I hear your laugh
Over the miles,
Conjure your smiles, Love,
On a dark night.

Nest in my mind,
All of these years,
Stalking my fears, Love;
What shall I fight?

Crescent and dog
Brighten the sky;
That's how I'll die, Love,
Holding you tight.


Copyright 2000 Robin Hilp

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