My little boat unmoored, <br />I’ve drifted under stars, <br />but do not see the Lord, <br />just Artemis and Mars. <br /> <br />Above the deep, dark lake, <br />the moonlight’s never said: <br />'dawn is about to break <br />and heaven turn bright red.' <br /> <br />Across the waves, an owl <br />has borne away its prey, <br />and something on the prowl <br />blasphemes the light of day. <br /> <br />The hope a mooncalf follows <br />is sacrifice for slaughter, <br />and yet the wings of swallows <br />still skip across the water.<br /><br />Leo Yankevich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/journey-late-at-night/
