All Night
by Jean Varda


All night I drank the stars
first the gold one straight above me
then the delicate cluster
that formed a bracelet

and rose behind the maples
passing behind the white fir
and out of my vision

I drank the moon
first only the glow of her rising
then her white liquid
cool and sweet as milk
bathing me in sleep

I lie on a soft cotton bed
stars slipping silently from
between other galaxies

I lay bathed in dew
with your dog by my head
and dreamt of sea turtles

gracefully passing in deep
ocean water free of black sludge
their calm eyes soothing
me into deeper sleep







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