Moon At Noon!

I was lying leisurely on my back on mid-morn Monday of May second My gaze and glance heavenbound The cloud forming into mountainous sheet, i observed And disintegrating, like surf they dissolved Disintegrated but in characters so hieroglyphics Like Michelangelo's renaissance sculptural acrobatics Through it i had a permitted view Of the noon by its arc in lieu Of its fullnes, without its alluring presence Stripped of its illumining essence Appeared grey, blue and off-white Stood plainly and passively tight Like a lone spectator in an arena So, the moon at noon seen but no sooner Gone, like a spy that was almost unmasked In consipracy by the uniting cloud concealed This poem intends to capture a moment of passing day in time in rhyme for posterity, May 22nd 2005.