Leo Yankevich - Journey Late at Night

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My little boat unmoored, I’ve drifted under stars, but do not see the Lord, just Artemis and Mars. Above the deep, dark lake, the moonlight’s never said: 'dawn is about to break and heaven turn bright red.' Across the waves, an owl has borne away its prey, and something on the prowl blasphemes the light of day. The hope a mooncalf follows is sacrifice for slaughter, and yet the wings of swallows still skip across the water. Leo Yankevich poemhunter.com/poem/journey-late-at-night/