Anthony Moonlit Sky As light placed upon the violet silk sky/ The moon stands up so high/ Watching

upon us with pride/ After it prolongs its evening stride// The light breaks through the parted clouds/ The marvelous shades of gray/ Highlight the beginning of the end of the day/ Not as bright as day, but can guide the way// The circling skies trap this scene/ Across the clouds I see my shadow fly/ And my soul began to soar by// The intent of the moonlit sky/ Not forgotten nor lost at all/ Should I just build the wall?/ Come back same time just less shy// Sweet Snowfall Clouds of tender white/ A blanket of fluorescent light/ The fall of snow raise the ground/ Different dreams crash all around// Gazing through the tattered glass/ Towards the short lives of the snow/ The flakes of another class/

Give the most gentle show// Reaching to feel the purest of form/ An oath of a quiet snow storm/ Lies peacefully upon this strange wonder/ All in form with a strong lack of blunder// The sweet snowfall against my face/ Takes me back to a special place/ Where a memory is but a dream/ And of what is left as it seems//