Serene light that has for so long lingered <br />Nor passing cloud masseur to the moon told - <br />The wraithlike stars un-cradled heaven heard - <br />Or sensed beyond unspoken spirits stirred; <br /> <br />No more is that sleepless vision's stronghold <br />Mother to the cradled-song of wintered <br />Dreams of whomsoever wherever sold <br />Need know of its longing tire from the cold. <br /> <br />Stone epitaphs desolate in the long grass <br />Of time unowned reflect their unspoken <br />Truth, however abstract, their echoes pass <br /> <br />Through unseeing eyes of souls sensed, alas, <br />Afraid to confront the lodestone harass <br />We unravel in a new dream, unbroken.<br /><br />Niall Meadow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/quiet-halo/
