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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