nightgown...

my feet fall steadily on the sand
the rocks, the wood, the pavement
a steady, simple pace - plodding, plodding.
between my toes the tall grass
tickles, bowing and swaying in delight.
the clouds soar by; hurry, hurry
breezes measured watch their tarry.

the sun, it arches, sloping through,
lazy, sleepy, falling down.
i struggle on, my feet still moving
moving forward and onward on.
the night birds call in mournful
song, prismatic eyes follow
my steps as the lonesome
moon burns.