Night Magic

With
A
Supple
Wand
Of
Willow,
I Change
My
Memories
Into
A
Pillow,
And
Regard
The
Myriad
Stars,
Each
One
Bright
In
The
Reflection
Of
Another
Sun,
To
Show
Me
How
Recollection
Alters
Time,
And
Erases
Long
Past
Days
Into
A
Tidy
Phrase,
Yes,
I Was
There,
And
With
Pleasure,
Took
My
Share.