Overhead an empty sky troubling me
Seeking,as I am solace
Nights sky, devoid of starlight
Reflective moon in teardrop shape has waned into crying shame.
Its benign glance shimmering across oceans
Smiling upon golden harvests alas cannot be seen.
And I, weary, streching to touch the sky,
Feel only its bluesteel core.
Coldness grips me as I yearn for beauty's comforting touch.
I would, if i could, embrace the sky,
Become lost in its beguiling moods.
Find solace in moonlight's whey.
Tread once again amongst starlight
Accept infinity's depths as my will-o-the-wisp
Weep no more for beauty, lost in an empty sky....
