Lost Slippers and Soft Sea-song

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 Yester-morn earth wore glass slippers...

Branches splashed on moon-washed stillness

Where soft sea-song swept the night

Settles back onto dawn's canvas

Stark outlines of black on white

That room-house of stars has faded

Its slow pleasure put aside

Where Duty’s gray gong invaded

Drifters on its dreamer’s tide

Yester-morn earth wore glass slippers

We tiptoed toward Her door

Quite unsure of our manners

On a sudden castle-floor

But the sun, in giddy gladness

Clamored in glamorous gold

Kissing Her with such intenseness

Our hesitance grew bold

So we thundered to the skyline

Joining droves of noisy ranks

She led us to moon-washed sea-song

Where lost slippers strew Her banks

© Janet Martin

Last night I picked Victoria up at midnight after a ski-trip with her class. The sky wore a wild array of tree-branches looking for those glass slippers they lost somewhere on time's busy day...