Under the sublunary vault,
The nightlight half–shuttered,
The pale mares clip–clop on
Purple cumuli that wallow
Like blooming watercolors
Into the tumbling sea :
A vaulted leviathan rolls
Under the dark wash of pigments
And melts into chaos, a figment
But for the weight of song
That solemnly anoints the nightscene .

*[ WSB ]_.