Seeking to glimpse the silver moon
Instead, blinded by clouds so bright
Like paintings, streaks of gold and red
Lit up the sky in the cool twilight.
Reflecting the rays of our life giving sun
Blank canvases flash and fill my sight.
Mouth agape, I can’t help but wonder
How gold was changed from bought but white.
But soon a dark hand sweeps past;
my whispy dreams soon fade.
The sun has set, and try I might,
But can’t recall those visions if light.