Hackpoems

starstruck vision on a colorless bay

all reflects of light turn gray

clouds once parted, now turn away

what was light, now obscurely is day

day for some, and night for others

motionless waves, and incredible thunders

drifting back and slowly forth

meaningless patterns must run it's course

cold air blowing, sky so thick

lack of moisture, starts to stick

trembling patterns and breathtaking view

holografic imagery only seen to few

full field of vision, oh so it seems

this lack of gray, has turned and redeemed

clouds reforming, all foggy with mist

light beams shining the moon, such bliss