Remember those nights, when you are in search of the moon? This poem is inspired by the sky at night that is covered with clouds. The poem referes to these thick layers of clouds, that prevent to catch a glimpse of the moon.
About the poem
The sky at night can be inspiring. Especially when the moon is visible. This night the moon wasn’t visible. But, the night was inspiring enough to write about it. Well, to write about the clouds. Are you just as inspired about the sky at night as I am?
Thick layers of clouds
Thick layers of clouds hanging in the night sky
Cloudy overcast and no matter how I try
I can’t determine if the moon is out
It’s not just one cloud,
it’s an army of clouds blocking my sight
as if they were to invite
me and asking me to swim
in endless streams of cold rain
travel alone like the pilgrim
on his way to a sacret place,
be free of all the pain
through time and space
But will I really see a moon or a star?
Or will I hit the glass wall of the jar
that surrounds me?
One I still cannot see