Cobwebs

in my silver room

cobwebs stretch across the moon

and catch dusty stars in

awnings blue

moonbeams slip winding through

snow-flaked panes and jasmine blooms

yawning white turned

collar blue

the slivered night that sordid croons

wide-eyed owls turn and hoot

at leaping sheep in

blankets blue

black parts still in my room

gives way to silver of the moon

a crescent hand, paints my hours

longing blue