Full moon rising on the waters of my heart, <br />Lakes and moon and fires, <br />Cloine tires, <br />Holding her lips apart. <br /> <br />Promises of slumber leaving shore to charm the moon, <br />Miracle made vesper-keeps, <br />Cloine sleeps, <br />And I'll be sleeping soon. <br /> <br />Cloine, curled like the sleepy waters whtere the moonwaves start, <br />Radiant, resplendently she gleams, <br />Cloine dreams, <br />Lips pressed against my heart.<br /><br />Jean Toomer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/evening-song/
