Evening, sleeping in the solitude of light,
Cried in the envy of uneasy dreams.
Lost, she sang somnolent laments
Into her sphere’s anticipation of the night.
Perhaps the moon, enchanted by those themes
Sleepwalked from her sphere, and made ascent,
Eclipsing (for a moment) the sun’s flight.
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Oooo, sleepwalked, that was so clever! Loved your Acrostic!