Twilight

Twilight

  -no place at day is the same at night-

the moon rose          i went out, i couldn’t stay away

but i was awake           i needed to go to the garden

reading prose          before the light of day

the stars were winking          the water lapping

at me through the window          i dove, greetingly

i was thinking        the waves slapping

oh, the night was calling          the light was queer

should i go out?          as i gasped for breath

the scene was appalling          someone was near

the trees were shifting          twas my mother,

the leaves waving at me                      in a gown of red

their branches lifting

she said to me softly

 “go to bed”