Draft 2: Moment Cycle Wash (Petrarchan Sonnet)

[busker]

We blinked like sleep could be denied
while bedtime surfaced from the ocean floor
and lavendered with dreams the sky you wore,
rinsed sand away, as castles by the tide.
Sidereal then and lunar now collide,
unseen by us; we heard it as the roar
of laundry drowning out a nascent shore,
where vivid shades of blue could not abide.

Clouds dissipated in the clement song
of moving chimes, revealing last night's moon
through questions sprouted from your backseat gaze.
And would that I could watch you play along
the seagull's span a little longer, noon
forgets us as an untaut clothesline sways.

How can a song be “clement”? 
“Moving chimes” seems redundant, like “breathing leopard”
The moon is revealed from a sprouted question from a gaze? The metaphor is quite confused there

I can make sense of the individual lines - I think - and that’s about it

My suggestion would be to tell the story first, and worry about how to make it rhyme, later