““Silver The liquid ebony stretches out and mingles with the midnight sky where high above, as on a throne, is perched that perfect sphere of silver. She looks upon the lapping waves, the calm, all serene; She looks upon the rocky shore, watching dark nothing break in two and become tiny globs of light. The soft white foam creeps upon the smooth beige land to darken it but for a moment, only to retreat back to its blackened home and hide among the vastness. The silver moon smiles openly, casting a healthy grin upon the rippled water below, sending gifts of silver to float on seas of woe.””
