Infinitesimal

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