Poetry

I thought this would be a good relaxing hobby, so I'm going to try to keep it up.

The sky so soft in the sky so high
As day slowly shifts to night
Moonlight comes alive as daylight dies
Oh how the moon shines ever so bright
Illuminating the ground with white
Adding frosting to the land

And I sit alone in the cold crisp air
Waiting for daylight to show again
So I can feel it's warmth, so fair
Lingering on my coarse white skin
Oh day please come soon again
For I am tired of false light

Until then I'll fight through the dim
Squinting attempting to stay on track
Even when things seem most grim
I'll keep an eye out for the black
Where I could fall and break my back
Let's hope until morning I will last.


Many double meanings.