Curtains of mystical light <br />Pattern my room, quite soundless <br />Piercing white recedes the gloom <br />And silvers my head bounteously. <br /> <br />Moonbeams are lacing the walls. <br />Flooding sheen over pale hung <br />Threads, which shimmer down my face <br />Webbing me brightly They string along <br />My bed, change shape, and ready <br />Themselves for dance. As they wait <br />To advance towards the door <br />Lace, lunar-made, now oscillates. <br /> <br />Arms high I slowly enter <br />Lustrous circled dream, become <br />Entranced with gleaming movement, <br />And moonlight lace and I seem one.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moonlight-advances/
