Dark Cloud

from the quiet
that comes
from hanging low
off the grid
moonlight shoots
rays of sadness
into my veins
slow drip
enthusiastic recollection
skipping stones
across the Sound
back at you baby
there is no time
quite like now
is layered in a haze
and tomorrow
holds promises
like a sieve
pessimistic anti Christ
optimistic hopes
for a glance
backward into the fog
clarity is a dream state
that follows me
like a dark cloud
without translation ~© 2013 Trilby

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