Shelved

A poem in appreciation of the moon and continuation of my collection named Pareidolia
Your crescent
Glows and shimmers
In the shadow play
Of the dark clouds
In the clatter of the rains and mist
That shrouds
The night worms screech monotonous weary
They have a story to tell me
Of memories of the past
That has been shelved for a lifetime
Like a book read long back
Nevertheless hidden forever unknown
That was destined to surface
The clouds were just an imposter