My Moonlit Day

It is cloudy and dark and musky with time
A reflection so mirky it is seething with lies
Unkempt thoughts posed as questions of depth
Of perception and purpose and what may yet be left

It is watery and shifting and I am so slyly deceived
I am taken and wound up and caught in disbelief
It is forgiving and tortuous and what is terrifying and grand
Inconceivable and relevant and I take it as I can