Mark cloutier

The light of the moon

I am a rock n roll poet

The light of the moon
Falls upon the sun
In both day and night
As the moon passes away
And the sun fades
Into another day
And a night that strays
Into a year, a month and weeks
Where the world peaks
In heights and lows
Of cycles of tides
That go out at night
And return in the day
For all who escape
A place and time
Of both present and future and past
Which returns at last
But first begins again
Born into a world
That breeds scenes
Of views of schemes
That are chronological
Of that which is illogical
Of ill fated time