solstice blues

sometimes cruely, I ask too much
of the world, as she sleeps
in hibernia of the dream
suspende above the body
tied to the vassal
by a silvre thread of light
a truth that rearranges
the universe-- to resemble
the purple black sky
fractured by 3/4 of moonlight
beehind the mountain
the sky ripples greytides
of the new day
the first day of a winter
that seems it has been here forever