NOCTURNE This midnight restlessness of mind that drives me room to room is once again awake: when all the world is dark and dreaming it drives me softly, something seeking… A child in the window frame gazing out on night-times’s day, held in thrall by lunar light that casts the night-lands soft and fey… A girl enwrapped in arms, and trance over moths that dash and dance about the silent night-light in the hall-- our fascination for the solitary spot of misplaced sunlight shared-- It is our... Sign in to see full entry.