On This Night
by Melissa Morris
On this night when searching has ceased
and the pale light of the baby moon
causes my lashes to fall along with my hopes,
I agree to sleep.
Blustery gusts of night time dust
take a whimsical path to my window
melodically rhythmic night cap.
I am charmed into a trance
by the echoes of a lullaby,
sung so long ago,
and incessantly recalled.
I am eased into a slumber state
by Luna’s glowy touch over my eyes.
Spells of magic cast away upon me
and sail over moon-kissed waves,
a caravelle of dreams.
This “On This Night” was originally published in The Podium, 2000. © Melissa Morris