A Mere Perfection Poem by Nathaniel Graves

Oh, swarming solace of the night,
With breathtaking shadows and light,
Take me for granted; take me for ransom,
For the moon's shy reflection
Project on this mere perfection,
And sought the world how you see fit,
Because this will be your last regret.
For the night will soon take its rest
In the eternal slumber;
A hibernation, encumbered.
Shine, blue moon, shine red,
For all that shall see, be fed.
The brief pause of silence,
A mere death, laced with compliance.

-3/10/2010-