Here in a moonlight castle near Antibes

A poem

Here in a moonlight castle near Antibes Night shines in my hair,
cold covers your eyes,
wind flies under walls
and shadows slip through
doorwells.
Soon, this world will wake
to sounds of rock
crashing in the wilderness,
thunder, coming rain,
trucks on the road
and hard shoes scraping
pavement.
But now we hear moonlight
falling into archways,
glimmering on the moat,
nailed to the door
of the castle in Antibes
you made out of paper
(on a windy day).

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