Lord Hypnos

out over the fields on a winter evening
crescent moon solitude in lonesome traffic
the road disappears walking all night
subtle of soul, from afar or old memory
thou gracious vision smiled with beauty
slumber bounces from quivering leaves
from the shade restful comes the orchard
cool in my senses, murmuring water
cushioned with mosses, lotus flowers empurpled
sea green eyed, stepping with my hand firmly grasped
drifting gray of vesper shadow
the lord of dreams makes lucid this abode

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