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 ]_.