Out of the Greeness.

The night brought a cloud of light
amongst the blackness and stars.

It was green and danced in circles and
then stopped, disappeared into darkness
and then came back with ever more clarity,
twisting and spiralling, opening up like curtains
on a stage.

My friend and I watched in silence.
The sky is our friend
and no words are needed.

Until all the ducks have gone by.

I sit and watch the morning sun
rise in the sky and across the moor.

I watch the clouds float across the cool sky
And I wait
until all the ducks have gone by.