While all the world laid fast asleep
Beneath a purple awning
And midnight clouds like silver sheep
Wait softly for the dawning
No one saw us as we crept
Beneath the wind-tossed willow
While common folk and sages slept
We chose a greener pillow
Where starry woods in summer bloom
Were the sole eyes to see
Two drifters ‘neath a June full moon
And wordless poetry
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Janet Martin
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