Beneath the floating clouds,
engulfed by the dusk\'s citrus shroud,
By the the placid river,
reflecting the tangerine sky,
like a pristine silver mirror.
An eyelid opens up slightly.
As the crescent moon shows itself,
strokes of soft orange trail the falling sun.
An evident sign of desperation,
to not give away the night,
to the moon\'s opening eye.
As the black curtains draw,
A billion stars adorn the night sky,
fragments of the the moon\'s other eye.