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
3 thoughts on “On This Night”
Funny, i’ve read this poem before, but now i see it as different because of the ‘old thoughts of you’ the ways the eyes lashes and bags are kind of sad and regrettful. I had always focused on the sound aspect of the ‘tapping’, instead of the other senses
Thanks, Russell…that is interesting…I hadn’t made the connection myself, but just so you know this poem was written and published long before “Old Thoughts of You.”
I love your poems, IRLA Techer.