It passed Surmions

Bare are the moonlit mountains
And the sullen glowing trees
With the Moon's carmine curtains
Of clouds swirling as the seas

None escapes unfervent rays
Of incandescent luster
Satellites terminal phase
That never cease to falter

Up there grazing with the stars
Blissful, playing in my eyes
Relief for my wounds and scars
Greatest solace of my skies