No show of the stars tonight
For the moon insists to hide beneath
Those clouds have prepared a smoky sheath
To gaurd it's sorrow from being unfolded to the world
On this dreary night that child sighed a heap before falling asleep 
For it could not see it's only hope when it glided to that window tonight...

Those streaks of resistance bewildered her
Distracting her gaze from the perfections
Defining limits to euphoria
Mocking at her weaving so far..