Monday, 04 December 2006 14:21
Lisa Jain Thompson
Clouded Moon
The moonlight falls upon Sappho and me
until our images blur into one bright beam
beneath the stars
and
clouded moon
I lie
waiting
for your breath
to blow upon me
to shatter the night
that covers me
And draws my dreams
with
panic
Copyright Lisa Jain Thompson
April 25 1998
Poetry Cycles -
Doing Sappho