Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Hear the moon above
spires of templed trees
quiet shadows whisper
crickets against a quilt
of stars, phantom cumulus
ghosts of nighttime magic
as music weaves andante
gossamer beams, light
from heavenís sentinels
to wrap hearts, ease minds
drift off, into a sea of sleep.

© Jan G. Otterstrom F. August 15, 2014 From journal notes 1980s