Constrained sky hovered below the moon with clouds
Halting, waving and shaking for the rain was too tight.
In the moon was the chasing and laughing, and the life
Longing the heat, the light, and the plaids bloused.
However, when the night stumbles to its end, and the dawn
Outlines the sun, emerged is the regret for the muddle.
Oaths have been made for the future while memory has been worn.
Drops of tears, when I find myself amnesiac, are idled.