⠀⠀⠀⠀The unseen side of a new moon was out
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀bewitching my sometime home.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Stranger things have I heard tell about
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀with stranger yet to come.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀There were way stranger things yet to come.
⠀⠀⠀⠀This waystation I nearly passed its door
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀on my way I forget to where.
⠀⠀⠀⠀That was seven maybe eight years before,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀by now I had my own chair.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Every night I drink set in my chair.
⠀⠀⠀⠀My grandmother’d never a stranger let
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀pass through without a kiss.
⠀⠀⠀⠀That magic night the traveller I met
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀was not a man to dismiss.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Not without many a kiss.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Miracles can’t easily be taken back
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀after properly prayed.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Fantasy gives way to hard fact
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀where lovers’ beds are laid.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀My bed with love got itself laid.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Like clockwork I woke to see in dawn
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀from dreams we’d pillowtalked.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Like always happens, he was gone.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I’d been asleep when he walked.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I slept our night off as he walked.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Later that night I was handed the note
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀left at the waystation’s bar.
⠀⠀⠀⠀”Don’t think of yourself like you do,” he wrote.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀”You think yourself not, when you are.”
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Like my grandmother, “Know that you are.”
⠀⠀⠀⠀One day later a couple passed through
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀on a journey the opposite way
⠀⠀⠀⠀my mysterious visitor had been going to.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He hadn’t been seen the day.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He’d been seen by no one all day.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Three days after I thought I’d not see
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀those blue eyes ever again sing,
⠀⠀⠀⠀I came upon him hanging from the tree
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀over our local brook’s spring.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Hung over the cold bubbling spring.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Nine months after I laid my beloved to rest
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀between my window and autumn’s last morn
⠀⠀⠀⠀an angel came looking from out the west.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀That day Aurora was born
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀As the moon set, Aurora was born.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Aurora, set your wee eyes on fire
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀as morning stormclouds break.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Aurora, don’t take after your late sire
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀for your great-grandmother’s sake.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀For your mother’s daughter’s sake.