WAITS LIKE A GROOM AND FLOATS LIKE PERFUME

BY JAY WELLER

FROZEN NIGHT SKY

BITTER STARS HIDE

ALL BLACKNESS ASIDE

THE MOON’S HALOED GLOW

HOUSE ON THE HILL

PATHS WANDER THE WOODS

SHROUDED IN WHITE

HEAVY WITH SNOW

WIND BATTERS THE DOOR

CLOCK CLIMBS UP THE WALL

STAIRS WIND DOWN TO THE FLOOR

AND SNAKE THROUGH THE HALLS

NORTHERN WINDS BAWL

DARKNESS IT CALLS

WAITS LIKE A GROOM

AND FLOATS LIKE PERFUME

MEMORIES CRAWL

DAZED AND ENTHRALLED

LOST AND CONFUSED

UNDER THE SPELL OF THE MOON

GOODNIGHT NOW, GOODNIGHT MOON

GOODNIGHT NOW, GOODNIGHT MOON

GOODNIGHT NOW

GOODNIGHT NOW

GOODNIGHT MOON