Author John Collings Squire Dark firtops foot the moony sky, Blue moonlight bars the drive;Here at the open window I Sit smoking and alive.Wind in the branches swells and breaks Like ocean on a beach;Deep in the sky and my heart there wakes A thought I cannot reach. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments