Cyclops sky

Days of dirt and stress, blocked distress.
Only night would provide rest and safety.
To see the full moon dancing between rolls of oval clouds.
The moons intense light shines through an illusion. Of a cyclops in the sky.
As sunshine blinds too bright to behold, thanks to how sweet and cheaply dusk is sold.
The uncertain calm darkness it's blessing, it's scourge.
The animals that hide and those that emerge.
Under the full-moon, a cyclops sky, a potent night.