Moon River

[residentofthedisc]

The moon came pouring through the glass:

Silver light tumbling and splashing lengthways

And flowing, spilling, filling, rushing down,

Down the corridor, towards the creaking stairs

To fall in a foam of flashing fires, stars flying

As the spray crowns the final step and bleeds

Along the vacuumed carpet, drowning it in shine.

A white-gold pool where slowly all movement ceased –

Not a ripple, not a drop in the cold and milky gleam –

Save a mouse, made richer by the night, swimming

Paddling, chirping, with its canny theft of bread,

Through a river of the coldest, stillest night,

Heedless of the moonmelt’s silent roar and dives

Into darkness, into shade and safety dulled and brass:

Like a fish whose scales, so briefly wrought in light,

Are dimmed like stars the clouds seal away from sight.