a wet journey
with rain
tears
falling from the sky above
slick
dimly lit
the moon\'s rays do unfurl
illuminating
a grey-black world
walking
with somber ripples
sadness
lonely
quiet
at home
this is where I belong
with thoughts greyer
than the scene above
to contemplate
appreciate
to love
what some would deem
as eternal gloom
but I am of the shadows
of the moon
what else could one like me
be
when grey
is all I see
light is a treasure
all of its own
but light has been dimming
for so very long
the pall of the moon
it does settle
lightly
to rest upon this tomb
an ending effect
once born of the womb
but one day
the rain will cease
and the pneum
the breath of the moon
will flee
one day
when light does
resume
you will see
you will see