Skyscape
- She loved the rain that now is gone;
- Now moonlight shines before the dawn.
- The sound of crickets spans the night
- More soft than silence in hot day's light.
- Cool, the earth, but warm is love
- As clouds that sail the sea above
- Are tall ships, borne upon the breeze
- To harbour past the tallest trees.
- "The sky is a sea!" she laughs and cries,
- The moon glints silver in her eyes,
- Her palm a swell upon my cheek.
- I hold it there; I cannot speak.
- That moment lives in my weary brain.
- I close my eyes to see again.
- But years have sailed, and I grow old,
- The evening cool is turning cold.
- Where now that girl of chestnut tress
- In silver moonlight's cool caress?
- Perhaps she never thinks of me
- And endless nights when the sky was a sea.
- Perhaps the rain soaked earth's forgot.
- But I have not. But I have not.
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