The Moon, Your Memory Poem by Christopher Teale

The sky is a sea of darkness
Speckled by bright points of light
And floating with impossible lightness
The silver moon comes to my sight

Wreathed in a cloak of clouds
That she colours as she passes by
Surrounded by beautiful crowds
Of stars that silently cry

And I stare as if hypnotized
By the beauty of this scene
I stand there as if petrified
Awake yet I still dream

My heart is torn to the heavens
In one almighty sigh
To rejoice in the lunar gardens
Wondering at flowers of impossible design

Yet the clouds cover her slowly
Stealing away the moment of bliss
Then I remember you fondly
And your presence I achingly miss