Lying down in bed
across my open window.
The light of the moon beside
hazy and dark outside.
Wavy figures moving to and fro
Sinewy, long, always on the go!
Rustle of the leaves I hear
sway them the branches near
from the gentle wind that gushes.
An occasional bark or meow
distantly far, but my ear it reaches.
There it is again
hiding in the shadows
dancing in between light and harrow.
A figment of my imagination…
care not, for slumber I follow
my head gently hits the pillow!
© Chriselda Barretto
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From her book – Dreams and Dew
Chriselda Barretto 