Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 23 (September 1999).
Gaping eyes
consider dreaming.
Blatant moon
requires seeing.
Picture of the shadow,
a blind man’s holiday.
Soft light over dreamscape,
silent, the pixies play.
Oh, shower of glittery dust,
doubt is left
as to what eyes trust.
Things that meld into the night,
blur themselves
from one’s sight.
A skip across the ground,
little chance
to be found.
In Shadowland where pixies mock,
you can hear
the crickets talk.
"Do you suppose they’ll let it by?
or will it end up
in the pie?"
Poem copyright © 1999 by Diggs Sexton
Artwork “De La Luna” copyright © 1999 by Andrew G. McCann
