SWIMMING MOON
swimming moon
and floated in light
this sorrowful world
surrenders to peace
a few hours bathed clear
in blue shadowed silence
thought waters
white, rippled
reflecting one perfect smile
all will settle homewards,
belonging
never having left:
a moment only,
forgetting completion.
—
simonhlilly 
the poem creates a peaceful mood, not quite denying that trouble might be lurking elsewhere, which makes this moment special. i admire how you bend syntax out of its comfortable, prosy bed into poetry as in the first stanza.
Thanks. The expected/clichéd/idiomatic is useful in prose, but is often the bane of the poetic, where automatic understanding often needs to be slowed down so that details are noticed.