Silvered-white coronet, dusting
the roundness of moon tonight.
Gnawing away at dark clouds,
it enters alone twilight stage-set,
disdaining the death of daylight,
and regally climbing means to take
what is its own. Conscripts to dark
corners any dim gloom by darting
streams of breakaway light which
cauterize you and I, erroneously
thinking we surreptitiously hide.
you painted my world beautiful