Sun Blossoms

  Poems


Fingers Of Light

ON this dark corner of my cell
Fingers of Light fall—slow and white—
From the invisible crescent moon;
Ethereal seems the prisoned night!

The beams pale, slowly move away;
Through the iron bars my dream-eyes cast
A final glance: the silver trails
Wing to some unknown regions Vast.

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