the night shines 

The night shines 


down upon the mountains of snow 

first stars light up hopeful smiles 

while lost in the mist of green

with a tender breeze of storm, and still,

 on gloomy nights I pray for lovely bows

 along my pier on a little land of boreal tales

a place high above my clouds

 where ocean tears have dried

gone waves gather and dance

 from moss land and briny crevices

with fairies' golden summer fog and,

 my village sunset gleam.