Silently, I drift my eyes across the luscious black,
absorbing glints of jade and white blossoms
that lie scattered amongst the shadowed landscape.

Feathered masses blow sluggishly past the luminous grains,
leaving no mark against the beauty of the sky.
Dips of black and tender blue shift against the trees
like dancers dressed in night-sworn costumes.

Majestic planets hold their ground,
seeking no humor in a wink.
Their kingdom thrown flames of honor
with the filtered orange light of a gentle beast.

Brilliantly sweet is hung the vain and sympathetic moon,
slipping down the horizon
to make way for the day.

Pompous and blazed will come the savage sun,
choking the heavens' tune,
and the radiance of the vivid night will fade away.

Though today the bright eye does not lift its lid.
The leaves snicker in shame
as they flutter in the dormant wind.
The morning birds whistle hopefully,
begging for an answer
to their helpless songs.

Till the darkness takes a bow
and the old man in the depths of the moon stumbles indoors,
only to curse the land with a fog of wish.

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