CARGO

my moonlight shadow

trails behind me on

an evening stroll

from the woods

sounds of night creatures

unsullied by human imprints

are conveyed to my ears

in purest tones

in a small copse

we sink my shadow and I

onto a mossy bank to

absorb the beauty

of the night

telepathically his voice

whispers to my mind

of a beguiling memory

an elusive Will o' the Wisp

a stately boat-shaped cloud

sails wraithlike across the moon

a Marie Celeste

deserted

bearing in her hold

the precious cargo

of my dreams