Of what is...that wont be!

I'd like to tell you a story.

Its about the land in the moon's white nest
where I dont know what happens.

But in there is a dream
that you should dream
with colour
that white can split into
before

-making the black in the night,
-shrinking into that silvery crescent on a non full moon day,
-the hide and seek of birth during dusk,
-shimmering in mirror-like colourlessness above beach waters

just before
disappearing into the ambers of the morning heat.

In starry starry nights -
love it or hate it -
there's the story of a morning that will be
and the story of a night that soon wont...