Moonlight, Daylight

The Sky was bright

As I walked along the quai.

I could hear the waves

Carrying the clouds away,

And I looked up to see

The clear blue expanse

Harboured the Moon above.

The Moon was always there,

Though oft invisible to eyes

Blinded by pageantry.

The Sun ablaze

Burned decadence

In our minds.

Pupils dilated,

We searched

Among its rays

For fleeting passion,

A moment of heat.

As the Sun drew away,

We followed it,

Our vision, blurred –

So that,

Even if we could see it,

The Moon looked cold,

A face, hardened,

A sign that night would fall.

The Moon was distant,

Disguised in grey,

Hushed, and

Patiently waiting –

Waiting for the Sky

To breathe,

Waiting for the Sun

To set,

Waiting for the dark

To rise.

And in that moment,

Stripped of disguise,

Returning its grey cloak

To the Sky,

The Moon would reclaim

Its place,

A harbinger of light,

Clearing our vision

In the cool of the night.