Night Sail
by Diane Belleville
Breeze winnows through trees
crimson sunset flames the sky
black trees against the breeze
my paradise when night is nigh
Crimson sunset flames the sky
all evening I will moon sail
my paradise when night is nigh
stop to dig quahogs for my pail
All evening I will moon sail
moonlight reflected in the sea
stop to dig quahogs for my pail
on this night I will sail alee
I will tie up in my space
breeze winnows through trees
I may see a comet trace
black trees against the breeze
