"Through My Eyes"

A final look before sleep comes
Once the shade is pulled
Clouds murmuring quietly
In groaning winds before the rain
Droplets upon the window
Teasing the eyesight in haze
Distant shapes over the horizon
Of things that never cease to amaze
Many times have come and gone
Upon my windowsill
Parting clouds in a tempest
Returning upon newborn winds
Each storm brings new thoughts
Before my slumber which surely comes

~Moses~
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