Moonlight

There was a rift up in the sky...
like where the Red Sea came apart,
where all the clouds would split and fly
as if Cupid shot a splintered dart.

Into this cleft the moon would peek
with nimbi glowing as they passed
in a breezy game of hide and seek
the weather lass had not fore-cast...

since she rarely speaks of how the moon
summons beauty from an ocean steam
as much as rain from some monsoon,
or naked lovers by a dream...
who certainly would love above
the night light they were thinking of.