Quiet light in avenues obscure yet clear as water
deeper still than stars encased by heaven's door
Blinking eyes that know not how to sleep awake
and yet the moon draws out her deep dark light
upon her...
Steady as a sentinel before the rippling dark sea
telescopic eyes, aligned dark lashes, she sifts
As memories of sepian photographs draw cold,
the moon draws out her rich dark light of peace
upon her...
Silent as the stars above that bling then mute
she wanders by the waters like an ebon bell
Vibrating like the night, she begins to settle in
as the moon and the stars cloak her tiny frame,
it begins to rain.
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 5:34 PM UTC
Quiet light in avenues obscure yet clear as water
deeper still than stars encased by heaven's door
Blinking eyes that know not how to sleep awake
and yet the moon draws out her deep dark light
upon her...
Steady as a sentinel before the rippling dark sea
telescopic eyes, aligned dark lashes, she sifts
As memories of sepian photographs draw cold,
the moon draws out her rich dark light of peace
upon her...
Silent as the stars above that bling then mute
she wanders by the waters like an ebon bell
Vibrating like the night, she begins to settle in
as the moon and the stars cloak her tiny frame,
it begins to rain.
