a dab of silver and gray
to highlight the sky,
and my mind is illuminated with poetic lines
A curtain, a blanket, No!
Only a sliver of night
and I am made
fully alive
by the sounds of a howling moon
I pray for highlighted clouds
to make the rhymes aloud,
then lull me to sleep~
the sleep
of midnight’s eternity
First published by Sudden Denoument