Slowly the moon rises

And pen to paper is put

A life of a shadow


Borne to all the world

Not to see

To find

Amongst the iridescent stars

And the sun that waits over the pull of gravity

Rests so softly

See it not, but find it aye

A shadow to slip between the worlds

To flit nigh on clouds

Taunting its strings

Slowly the moon rises

You rest