Starry moon casting shadows on the clouds
Floating through endless nothing
Oblivion awaiting light flashes
Streaking across the sky.
Some try to kiss you
But they duly miss
The mark.
Avoidance of light casted paintings
Shine across a dark and ominous sea
As waves one by one pull up
To strike.
No one can predict
What is to happen
Only can they smell
The smelling salt.
And as soon as we won it
We had lost the west
All but Oregon.
Light streaks cross a starry moon
Kissing the water as a disaster is in the making
Waves rock and turn,
The sky becomes darker,
Then leaves the moon-
Glorious exit stage right.
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