Hidden Moon

Clouds cover the moon tonight.

Grey shrouds
Woven
Over slate.

A luminescent darkness.

Borrowed light from borrowed light.

The sky has weight tonight.

Weight upon the eyes.
Tangible weight upon the thoughts,
Upon the memory of infinite starlit skies.

Strangely, I rise up.

I stand.

I am lifted past the weight.

The shroud wrapped sky
Reminds me
Of the moon
Hidden just behind.

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