Curtain leaking light cross the valley
Owl hooting emptiness
Night a sleeping princess
How she lies over the land
Her hills her folds, a faint heart beat.
A dog barks, no child, no sound stirs
Night slips the cool skin of her valleys
A heart of roses entwined in the tree line,
Cool calms the night
A faint wind, her breath
A vapor trail faded long in her nightness
I let the garden grow
As I am weary
And on every leaf
On every blade of grass
On every tree silhouette
She slumbers
My princess
Mervyn Cooke
Copyright © O Derry Boy August 2011
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