The Beacon


Sheets of cloud in majesty passed the moon,

the black sky a sea of space unknown and vast,

the moon a torch head, cold, filtering the sweeping

veils of cloud in blue-green light.

Airborne hosts moving towards their distant

war, the high clouds still, beyond the wind,

the marble earth cold with fallen rain.


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