Night

Night

My old house
Sways
In the wind
Like
A ship
Raising sail.
The full
Moon
Coasts along
The sky,
It’s bronzed
Aspect
Obscured
By thin
Clouds
Of tarnished
Silver.
I lie in bed
As faces
Pass between
The straits
Of
Memory,
Names
Remembered
And
Forgotten,
Then
Remembered
Again.
I leave
Them
On
The shore
As
Bow lines
Drop,
Stern lines
Fall,
And sleep
Takes me
Away
Over
The horizon.