One Way, or the Other

That waxing crescent moon does to the light
What air pressure does to the wind blown chime;
Both struck so gently at the edge of night;
That best of all times to tease out a rhyme
When threshold thoughts are at their very best...
No longer by mid day work constricted
Or by some impatient bossing oppressed
Or by a regulation restricted.
  But then...a cloud or two will stay the beam
Leaving the chime alone to tease my mind
And blow my thoughts into a haunting dream
Where Luna is by weather disinclined...
To have her orb, much too conveniently,
Tinker inspiration only visually!
Written by MidnightSonneteer
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