Touchful Grace

by Eorge Dobbs© Copyright Eorge Dobbs. All rights reserved. (68 words)

 

Mirror Moon, silvery light,

‘Gainst a sea o’ shivery might,

Twinkle, lights on the shore,

Shadow o’ moth upon your door.

Bring out and show mighty day,

Pass though veil, gone away.

Time no essence, bring no doubt,

Hold your tongue, tip te spout!

Too oft’ oh is the Night,

Grey, brown, black, blue light.

‘Gain you show, ah there my face,

Thin ray o’ silver, Touchful grace.