Sapphire Skies

    Moonlight sleeps along the bank
    where evening’s lavender slip
    clings to solemn alder boughs.
    Above the brambles of vexations,
    heaven broods in primal sympathy--
    coming nearer to me, as quiet as a nun.
    Somewhere, in that place too deep for tears,
    my heart will pause to breathe.
    Then the rolling sapphire-tinted skies
    will find a calm mooring place
    as they wrap around that beating citadel
    which guards my love.