The moon was witness when I uttered it,
The nosy sea heard my oath;
Birds stirred the anthem and broke
Into song, and the wind with a whistle wailed along.
I was sitting alone with the love long gone,
when I heard the plea of an old melody—
And the moon,
the birds, and
Convicted me in the Court of Rev’rie.
Ruth Mostrales, 2008
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