****cloud Never Hides The Moon ****

As sky waits to lap up the blue moon in its crown the shadow still expands by the rolling the clouds where each speckle of the wind mimes the blue moment of the time bespeaks in its tone of truth yet not befalling when bemoaned by the ridges even not unnerved by the rigid reeks of ruse still hope persists by its own tune as attuned the sunny day comes after the stormy night today is the truth absolute by relentless dream tomorrow becomes history by the introspection still irrelevant by the last tide yet forsaken grimace may turns the curtain by darkness grimed mirage is not true by vision as glaring upon from distance though seemingly exists as we trudge in scorching desert dreams may expire in its delusion as dying dwarf of shadows rain of tears precipitates in the furrows by the dissolution apparent darkness of night becomes non-existent relative morning when dazzles at the rising sun by the corn field all seems to be crystal clear when delved from deep within illusion by the passage would all whisk in due course