opaque sky

while ivory moonbeams fall from this opaque and telling sky
such glowing lunar tears to will passed times goodbye
still sparkle gracefully, as should a world of fresh mornings
raised by dew on webs of fine black hair drawings

for this ever, where a hidden star recites the myth
perpetuating days, through a pendulum acolyth
can be but fraction of the wonder that is all cause
as infinite hides eternal when a breath does pause

and so, another glance to find illumination source
now beyond the reaching night, or inspiration’s course
yet, this is the nature of a place in eyes of the divine
to take a role, however small, in a theatre of design

when comes farewell to wandering truth, perhaps sincere
then gone is sleep, and all but dreams will disappear

©2008 Hey Hey