Poem-A-Day: Day 483

Precious

the ebb will carry me forth,
though I'll miss the thought

of warm moon water sweet
soul keep the river sleeping,


sound dreaming deep and weepy,
calling out to dip and roar



of dizzy pass the same point. 
the world spins here precious,




and the river sleeping sound
shall be dreaming deep silver



sand, lightly dance the moon,
dreaming deep, shattered, dreamy,


calm and sweetly stars play
hide and deep dreaming sweet.

to keep a bed of silver sand
lightly by on moon dreaming deep.