I saw the world as it is, cried my soul away Wrapped my skin in shadows a gift, unto the night Sunset is my dress The moon holds what remains of my soul Falling stars and dew drops few shimmers gone unseen The only silence found, in the song of falling rain Sunset colours caress me, night, my stage Whispers in the gloaming from sweet cicadas And still, I see the world cry my soul to the moon
This is the first poem I've been able to post on days due to a technical glitch. Thank you for fixing it Eliot!