thru' curtain cloud
Vanilla Moon
in cirrus shroud,
Her presence ever
touching close
like hands
of evenings chilling ghost
She flies the sky
and seems so near
haunts my soul
and heightens fear
Yet sometimes
as I cast a gaze
across the greying
silver haze
She seems to smile
and give a glance
that signals
luck might have a chance
Then as she turns
and finally wanes
she steals away
my daily pains