The moon interlopes the night.
Light’s welling lore usurps the
Brash dark brain splitting
The tense indoors with
Resplendent truth. White rays
Gather in the black glare
Of candid tears.
A quaint dint on
A qualm-less sky has
Flared up a sleepless swoon.
the tone is set 'when moon interlopes the night',,,,till it reaches a conclusive 'sleepless swoon'
ReplyDeleteYou are right, the poem is all about the 'tone', the mood.
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