Stepped through my doorway
Onto slippery frosted lawn.
This sleepless night betrays me,
A few more hours left till dawn.

Yawned into moonlight,
Moist breath condensed in air.
Another night of anguish,
I shall not sleep, I fear.
 
A whitened moon shone brightly
Through the leafless tall oak trees.
Their branches leave shadows
That move in wintry breeze.
 
I craned my neck to set my eyes
Upon the moonlit sky.
Had I slept, I may have missed
The heavens passing by.
 
Above in lighted darkness
Clouds move from east to west
Like a translucent hue of pillows
Slowly drifting at their best.
 
Ten thousand stars behind them
Were peeking dim and bright,
Shooting flicks of light rays
Through a starlit, chilly night.
 
The ebb and flow of motion
Pushed the pillows through the air,
While opaque nighttime colors
Lace around the moonlit glare.
 
My thoughts turned to the masters
Applying paint to brush
That try to capture brilliance
In a nighttime wintry rush.
 
Only a master’s master
Could get this painting right.
This orchestra of silence
In a symphony of sight.
 
It seemed it was a minute
Yet knowing it was more,
I moved my tired, cold body
Slowly through the door.
 
I laid my head on my pillow
And quickly fell asleep,
Dreaming of the beauty
Of the painting I shall keep.