the moon is gone again,
away from current view,
it’s slipped behind
some cirrus cloud,
away from me and you
there was no silver lining
in the streaks that hid its shine,
no hope below could lift us up
to where the cloud would climb,
yet all the while in hopeful gaze,
we knew with little doubt
that time would pass
and wind would come
to move the clouds about.
