Now for something completely different!
Here is a short Poem written a while ago, by my fair hands.
The moon ethereal, fingers of dim light,
be thine force to guide thy flight.
Among the fields and the wind that sweeps,
an evenings song by dark; Rejoice! Thy eyes sleep.
Shadow of night, in a shrouded haze, forget the day, forsake the day; for a thousand seeing eyes await the coming grey.
Alas! The sun, it fails to be; for the sky cries out, and the rain doth grieve.
© R. A. Kennedy