Lun
Watchful opal
Rheumy eye
Against the blackened
Star-streaked sky
Leaking light
In milky trails
To grace the treetops
Hills and vales
Creaks and cracks
On beaten face
Haunted path
With shuffling pace
The ocean breathes
To your slow dance
A soft recession
A sudden advance
Perpetual smile
The white orb looms
The rooster calls
So comes night’s doom
Sinking now, faster
First banishing rays
Creep o’er the horizon
And so comes the day.