This is just a little ode that I concocted while watching the moon one cloudy night.
The clouds shroud the moon,
Like the body shrouds the soul.
Or is it that the moon covers itself,
Like my smile hides my clandestine tragedies?
Does it pull the clouds upon it,
Like a frightened child ducking under a blanket?
Does it pass between the Sun and Earth,
To steal away a peaceful unwatched moment?
Perhaps, though, it is just me, realizing,
That I'll never have that luxury.