The wind surged forward
Forward with all its might
The stubborn cloud refused to move
And give way to the moonlight.
Upon such a night the loony
Who shall be called Eugene
Mused upon the sordid sky saying,
“Oh how I wish, the moonlight were green…”.
A day of chores had left the lad
In a state which seemed awry
Taking a heavy breath he said,
“Oh how I wish, my throat were dry…”.
The sea was foaming and frothing
Akin to the oils of castor
And now he seemed to wish too much
For he said,
“Oh how I wish, my heart was beating faster…”.
The rapture was unparalleled
For the aroma was of an ester
The persistent wind reminded him
Of the meadows in Grantchester.
He had an orange, full well and round
Which he threw before he could peel
And this was queer because
Hunger was all he could feel.
Benumbed was he, but still he tread
In search of elation…a desire, strong
“I remember I had left it here…”
He yearned for it all along.
Tears of joy and shades of grey
When he had found his bliss
It ascended from the labyrinths
And took him into the abyss.
The smoke, it rose from the pit
And sublimed into the vast sky
He wondered if it met the stars
He wondered if he could reach that high…
He fixed his gaze onto the starless sky
And wondered why it reeled his head,
And wondered why he could still see stars,
And wondered why his eyes were red…
His trip to the shore was brief
One he wished would not prolong
But the night had just started
It had been the pot all along.
