Clouded Moon

The clouds and moon, sky and stars, and all my feelings at the sight of it.

All those splinters of cloud and night-light,

Nacreous glimmers in the ghostly glows of evening.

Where does the galleon of midnight meet the silence?

We met in the old way,

Never will another dance with the gravity of your solemn tides.

Star and shadow veils befit you,

Shimmer on in all pleasantness-

I am the ocean to your rotations-

Forgive my ignorance.

Author's Note

A little quip from my journal. That's all.