light and shadows

bright lights of my city stand gaurd
never really permitting
day's end to settle in its quietitude
yet, I stand,
in a secluded corner of my terrace
watching rain clouds
greyish white and salmon pink
race across the deep indigo sky
the  moon hides for a moment
there it is back again
something within me rises
and snatches my breath away
I raise my face and  all my being
strives to grasp and hold
the play of light and shadows
the majestic spectacle of constant change
against the still vastness of sky