Full Moon of the Falling Leaves
Thwarted, last night, was I,
And shunned will I be, this evening, it appears,
From witnessing the full moon come to fruition,
Like an immaculate lotus or exquisite hibiscus bloom,
For persistent cloud cover hiding the sky from my vision.
Even my imagination can't penetrate the opaque gossamer,
Persuade nature to allow me at least a peek.
Unless something dramatically drastic happens,
I'll be sleeping in a cabin as black as the heavens,
And even my nimblest dreams will stumble in the dark.
09/24/10 - (6)
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