Moon Dreams

Half asleep in moon dreams –
Restless, like a moving fog;
Ghostly light of lune beams –
Should be sleeping like a log

There’s a house I’m seeing,
And a door I’m knowing;
Ghastly state of being
Knowing where I’m going

In the country, there will I stay,
Over the hills and far away;
Changes in rhythm haunt my dreams,
Nothing is really what it seems

But I’d go back to sleep, and my fears cow —
If only dreams of moonlight would allow

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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