Vistas ascending, riding so high
The Moon Gallows flight through a feverish sky
Tightening its grasp on the dreamscapes of day
The Moon Gallows taunts the jeweled isles of Nights Bay
Fanciful tufts of insomniac tears
Tears an impasse in a minute of years
Groping the blue in a tormented throe
The mains’ils white light warps chimeras below
Phantasms dance on the zodiac gape
Together with souls on nocturnal escape
The Moon Gallows absconds from aurora’s soft quay
Forever to noose in the stilly of day
©Jenni Davenport