Pink
Full
Moon
Rises
Before
Dusk,
A
Semi-
Transparent
Husk,
And
Rolls
Up
The
Watered
Blue
Of
Sky,
Silent
As
A
Sigh.
It’s
Early,
As
Though
It
Could
Not
Wait
To
Breach
Heaven’s
Invisible
Gate.
In
The
Coming
Hours
Night
Will
See
It
Darken
Among
Cloud
Misty
Bars,
Floating
Free
Among
The
Stars.