Antidote

91 | pensive sky

At six, the sky so frail
and weak it seemed
as the tired sunset
fell asleep into a deep,
deep slumber; I watched
the ocean as it glowed
in a steady light; it showed
to me a bittersweet memory.

Three fleeting hours of
pensive musings in a night
brimming with rubies
and diamonds and sapphires
and olden portraits in the skies
I saw how the moon so young
came frowning down
and maybe, just maybe he
had felt my clawing misery.