An Assortment of Poems

The Dream

I stand upon a balcony
Looking at the sea of time
A trellis of vines, with its fragrance sweet
Here night's last hour chime

Night's last hour, when the moon is high
Lights dance upon the blue
The crickets play a sonata slow
A coverlet of dew

A fallen cloud creeps on the shore
A mermaid's song is heard
Nymphs promenade in the trees
Their ballroom floor is vert

Night's last hour, with its gentle hum
It's silvery moonlit crest
Is a place for thought and love and care
And peaceful nighttime rest

My eyes grow heavy, I bat a lash
The picture melts away
The coverlet is now eiderdown
Night's last hour turned to day