1/5/2017
As the moon takes rise
over dreary skies,
your weary eyes
slowly close.
And when the moon crests,
you deeply rest.
Dreams beget
sweet prose.
And now the moon sleeps,
while her musings repeat.
My awakened soul piqued:
Romantic dreams she stows.
As the dawn takes rise,
over once-dreary skies,
your cloudless eyes
smile atop weary woes.