Nocturne, by Don Robertson

Nocturne (2002)

by Don Robertson, from "Ripples in Time"

Silver canopy,

The moonlit night,

Across the sky in mid-July,

A gorgeous sight.

The fine thin air,

The bold warm strokes

Of distant oars on Lac Léman:

The happy folks.

     I drink the coolness of the breeze

     That stirs above my head.

     I sink beneath the moonlit sky

     To grasp the stars instead.

     Laughter gently fills the night

     And echoes through the air.

     The sound of luscious lapping waves

     Frees my mind from care.

     Soon around me crickets sing

     A pastoral symphony.

     The happiness of childhood dreams

     Feels like home to me.

     But when cold darkness climbs its peak

     And voices are all stilled,

     With sounds of nature sleeping,

     My day that night’s fulfilled.

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