I saw the clouds
In the moonlit night,
Dark and flimsy
Moonlight shining through.
They looked so sad,
Engulfed in the dark sky.
Taking form
Of the whispering monsters:
My slumbering nightmares,
Quitely growling in my mind.
They were mourning
The death of daylight,
As the moon roared bright;
Soaring through the sky
To meet my eyes.
My vision raged through the sky,
All the way home, seeking rest;
Yet the clouds, forgotten,
Stayed unmoving
Still, high up in the sky;
Like their dead kin
In hushed smoking rooms,
Stuck and stranded;
Held prisoner
To the silent endless black.
In sad, starving human minds...
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 6:43 PM UTC
I saw the clouds
In the moonlit night,
Dark and flimsy
Moonlight shining through.
They looked so sad,
Engulfed in the dark sky.
Taking form
Of the whispering monsters:
My slumbering nightmares,
Quitely growling in my mind.
They were mourning
The death of daylight,
As the moon roared bright;
Soaring through the sky
To meet my eyes.
My vision raged through the sky,
All the way home, seeking rest;
Yet the clouds, forgotten,
Stayed unmoving
Still, high up in the sky;
Like their dead kin
In hushed smoking rooms,
Stuck and stranded;
Held prisoner
To the silent endless black.
In sad, starving human minds...
